You, Me and New York...

Since Justin left, Brian was counting down the days, hours, even seconds until their planned weekend together. And the closer it was, the more was Brian nervous, waiting for something to happen - something that will ruin their plans. Even though they were less than 24 hours from seeing each other. But it happend before, once they had to cancel their plans just a few hours before Justin was about to get on a plane, so Brian preferred not to get his hopes up... though he couldn't wait to see him.

"Is it just me, or are you drinking the same beer you ordered when you came here an hour ago?" Michael asked amused.

"Yes, he is," Emmett chuckled.

"I noticed that, too," Ted added.

"What the fuck are you? My mother?"

"It's just unusual for you not to drink when you're literally in a bar," Michael explained.

"I just don't feel like it today," Brian shrugged his shoulders.

"Let me guess, is it because you don't want to be hungover tomorrow when you're about to visit the love of your life?" Michael almost sang.

"Definitely," Ted laughed.

"Aw, that's so romantic," Emmett smiled, clapping his hands happily.

"Fuck all of you," Brian rolled his eyes.

"Come on, we're just happy for you," Michael walked over to him and hugged him from behind. "And we love teasing you so..."

"Yeah, I noticed. You're assholes."

"We know you love us," Ted said.

"From the bottom of your heart," Emett laughed.

"Christ. I'm going home... not spending another second with you freaks," with that Brian got up and headed out.

"Brian, wait," Michael ran to him.

"What is it, Mikey?"

"We didn't mean to, you know us."

"Unfortunately I do," Brian smiled, actually not angry with them at all. He was too happy about Justin to waste his energy on being angry.

"I just wanted to say that... I'm really glad that you're going to visit him."

"Well, he asked me... could have I told him no? He's too young to have his heart broken."

"Of course. It's a big sacrifice from you," Michael laughed.

"Not that big... It's a win for me too, I get out of town and I'm gonna fuck my brains out, so..."

"Sure, that's not something you could turn down."

"Yeah, that would be stupid of me," Brian laughed.

Michael just knowingly smiled, knowing Brian all to well. Brian could say whatever the fuck he wanted but his eyes always betrayed him... he didn't care about fucking or leaving town, he just wanted to be with Justin. He didn't care about anything else.

"Just say hi to him, okay?" Michael reached out to hug him.

"Okay. I will."

When Brian got home, he packed the rest of his things. And even though he was only going for the weekend, for some reason he had so many things that it almost looked as if he was moving there. But he wanted to be prepared for anything, who the hell knows what Justin had planned for them... maybe they'll stay in bed the whole weekend and maybe they won't...

He was about to take a shower when he heard his phone ring. And the name on the screen stopped his heart. Not again, he thought to himself.

"Uh, h-hi," Brian almost suttered. "What's up?" he could have sworn that his heart was about to jump out of his chest. He knew this was gonna happen. He fucking knew.

"I just wanted to call you and make sure that nothing's changed. You're still coming tomorrow?"

"Wait, what? You're not calling to tell me that we have to rescheduled it?"

"What? Hell no! Well, I mean if we don't have to... or do we?" Justin asked nervously.

"Definitely not because of me."

"Not because of me, either."

Brian almost sighed in relief, "Good. Great."

"I scared you a little, didn't I?" Justin laughed.

"What? No. Not at all."

"Admit it. You were scared you're not going to see me?"

Brian bit his lip, trying not to smile, even thought he didn't know why, Justin obviously couldn't see him, "Maybe."

"That's good enough for me."

"Twat."

"God, I really can't wait to see you."

"I hope you bought at least two packs of condoms."

Justin couldn't help but laugh, "Are you looking forward to me or my ass?"

"Do I have to answer that?" Brian asked playfully.

"Something tells me it's better if you don't answer."

They both started laughing, and even though they couldn't see each other, they could tell how happy they both are about tomorrow.

"I can't wait to see you, too, Justin," Brian sighed. "Those three weeks were fucking long."

"Yeah, I know. But we have the whole weekend ahead of us... just you, me and New York..."

"Sounds like a plan."

"Yeah," Justin breathed out softly.

----

Brian's flight took forever... or at least Brian thought so, because all he could think about was the smell of Justin's body and how he wants to kiss and lick every part of him. And sitting on the plane made it difficult for him to do so. So when the plane finally landed, Brian hurried to the exit, not wanting to waste a single second of this weekend. He hoped to catch a taxi quickly, though this was fucking New York... and catching a taxi here wasn't the easiest thing to do. But as he was walking down the stairs, his eye caught something... someone.

"Oh my god," Brian whispered and laughed a little when he saw that Justin was holding a sign that said "MR. KINNEY" in capital letters. He was literally grinning like an idiot as he was walking towards him. And as soon as he stood next to him, he couldn't think of anything better to say than: "I suppose you must be my driver."

Justin smiled broadly and cleared his throat, "Oh yes, I am, Mr. Kinney."

"Great."

"But you'll have to remind me where I should take you, Mr. Kinney."

"I'm going to visit one persistent twat who doesn't seem to want to let me go."

"He would be stupid if he did."

"Yeah," Brian bit his lip and couldn't wait any longer, pulling Justin closer and wrapping his arms around him.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kinney, but I don't have this in my job description."

"Can you make an exception?"

"Well... I guess I could... if you pay me a little extra."

"Christ, nothing's free with you."

"Trust me, I'm worth it," Justin grinned from ear to ear.

And with that, Brian's face got serious. He ran his fingers through Justin's hair and looked deep into his blue eyes, saying: "I know you are. You're worth everything."

Justin was taken aback by his words and for a few second he just stared at him, trying to wrap his mind around what he just heard. Then he finally reached out and kissed him, hard and deep, leaving them both a little breathless.

"Uhm, wow," Brian breathed out heavily. "I guess this kiss will cost me a lot."

"This one's for free. Just a little foretaste of what awaits you."

"You want me to get a hard-on right here and now, don't you?"

Justin smiled playfully, pressing his crotch against Brian's, letting him know that he already has a hard-on.

"Fuck. You're killing me," Brian licked his lips.

"I know," Justin laughed, putting his arms around Brian's neck. "I can't believe you're really here."

"Of course I am."

"We're gonna enjoy this weekend so fucking much."

"I'm counting on it."

"Although you seem to be moving here with how many things you have," Justin laughed.

"I like to be ready for everything."

"I can see that. But I wouldn't particularly mind it if you were moving here."

Brian didn't answer, nor did he know what he should say and how seriously Justin meant his words. He just let them hang in the air, not wanting to have serious conversations this weekend. Instead, he kissed him once more, softly and gently, then he took Justin's hand in his and intertwined their fingers.

"Ready to go?" he asked with a smile.

"Always."

----

The moment they entered Justin's place, they didn't waste any time. Brian immediately pushed Justin against the door and started kissing him. At first they took it slowly, just gently tasting each other. And then they added their tongues and deepened their kisses as they moaned into each other's mouths.

"I fucking missed those lips," Brian ran a finger over them. They were a little swollen now because of their kissing.

"Just to get this straight... you missed my ass and my lips only?" Justin asked heavily with his eyebrows raised and smiling playfully.

Brian sighed softly and pressed his forehead against Justin's. "I'm gonna show you how much I missed everything about you."

Justin smiled and licked his lips, pulling Brian into another sensual kiss. Brian then took off Justin's jacket and pulled his shirt over his head. Then he pinned his arms over his head with one hand and ran the other one down to his pants. Gently stroking him over the denim.

When Brian started sucking on a very sensitive spot on Justin's neck, marking him, Justin began to moan even louder, grabbing Brian's hair.

Then they kissed hard again, and Brian began to move his tongue down his neck over his collarbone and to his hard nipples. He sucked on them, one by one, circlening his tongue around them, even biting a little.

"Fuck, Brian..." Justin exhaled heavily.

And Brian smiled, moving his tongue even lower to his belly, placing kisses just above his pants. Then Brian unbuttoned and unzipped them, pulling them down over his ass and taking the boxers down with them ass well.

Justin's beautiful cock was already throbbing and leaking. Brian took him in his hand, squeezing him a little, and used his preecum as a lube, stroking him gently. Justin began to move his hips, urging him, begging for more.

Brian then looked up for a moment, meeting Justin's lustful and darkened eyes, and then he sucked on his hard dick, circlening with his tongue around the head. Justin gasped loudly and tilted his head, feeling unreal pleasure.

Brian was taking him down his throat as much as he could, licking his way up and down and sucking on the tip of his dick - repeating it several times.

"Oh my god," Justin began to shake a little.

And Brian immediately knew that he was really close to his orgasm. So he stood up again and kissed him hard, still stroking his cock slowly. Then he turned him around and pushed him against the door. He unbuttoned his own jeans and pulled them down under his ass and just far enough to free his dick. Then he slipped a condom on and pinned Justin's arms over his head again with one hand and he placed the other one over his hip, squeezing him a little.

Then Brian started pushing into Justin, making him gasp loudly as Justin felt a little pain - but that was always a part of it.

"You're okay?" Brian asked, making sure he can continue.

"Yeah," Justin breathed out. "Just go slow."

"Like the first time?" Brian laughed a little.

Justin looked back at him and nodded with a smile. Then Brian began to move his hips slowly, giving Justin time to relax. He was pushing into him as deep as Justin's body allowed him. Then Brian released Justin's arms and used his hand to wrap it around Justin's cock. Then he started stroking him while placing kisses on the back of his neck, on his shoulders and his hair.

"I love you so much," Justin whispered heavily, shaking and moaning.

Brian smiled, pressing even closer to him, reaching for his lips so he could kiss him hard and deep. Then they just started looking into each others eyes while Brian began to move faster and deeper, hitting Justin's prostate in the right way.

They both knew they weren't going to last very much longer. So their pace even quickened and became almost frantic. They needed release and were literally aching for it.

Justin came first, spilling himself over Brian's hand, face filled with the greatest joy. Then Justin's ass has tightened around Brian's dick and he buried himself even deeper inside him, groaning and feeling that amazing pleasure of his own orgasm.

----

They lay in bed together, naked and still a little sticky. Justin had his head on Brian's chest, listening to his heartbeat while making circles on his bare skin with his index finger.

"What are you thinking about?" Brian asked, stroking his hair.

"About how happy I'm right now because you're here," he looked up at him.

"I'm happy too."

"Yeah?" Justin smiled brightly, looking at him.

"Of course. It's boring and quiet without you at home."

"You still concider the loft as our home?" Justin asked, looking down for a second.

"Why are you asking that? Of course it's our home... your home. And it always will be."

"I just thought that maybe you're happy that you have it there all for yourself again without my mess."

"I miss your mess," Brian admitted. "But seriously, Justin, it's your home..." Brian took a deep breath before continuing. "And it's gonna wait for you until you return," he said nervously.

Justin smiled and reached out to kiss him. But the fact that he said nothing was what made Brian even more nervous. He knew that Justin was happy in New York and he didn't blame him... but he still hoped that he's gonna return to Pittsburgh one day. So him not saying anything could only mean one thing. And it was scaring the shit out of Brian. But he decided to let it be, it just wasn't the right time to talk about it.

"Where are you going?" he asked when Justin began to get up.

"I'm thirsty."

"I'll get you some water."

"Thanks," Justin smiled, lying down again, watching naked Brian walk into the kitchen and back.

"Here you go," Brian handed him a glass a leaned to him for a kiss. Then he started looking around. "I really like what you've done with this place."

"Yeah, I needed a change."

"And this looks really great," Brian said, admiring Justin's paiting.

"You think?" Justin smiled from ear to ear, got up and walked over to him.

"I do," Brian hugged him from behind. "It's exquisit. But that's to be expected."

Justin chukled and pressed closer to Brian, "I was thinking about you while paiting this."

"That's explains a lot... I'm a great muse."

"You are," Justin turned and put his arms around Brian's neck. "You're the best muse."

----

They both got up early on Saturday morning, Justin insisted on taking Brian to breakfast to his new favorite place, and even though Brian found the food very tasty, it wasn't the main thing he was focusing on... Justin's cuteness wasn't something Brian was able to ignore.

"What are you looking at? Do I have something on my face or what?" Justin chuckled.

"Sorry, I just... it's hard not to look."

Justin bit his lip and smiled. "You're so in love with me," he almost sang.

"Shut up," Brian rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help but smile.

"It's okay, I understand... who wouldn't be in love with me, right? I'm a catch."

"God, you're such a twat," Brian laughed.

"Come on, just say it 'Justin, you're the love of my life.' it's not that hard," Justin kept teasing him and enjoying it.

"Oh my god. I probably should find myself someone new, you're crazy."

"It's a good thing you love me too much."

"Jesus, that's it... I'm leaving," with that Brian stood up.

"No, wait... wait," Justin stopped him with his hand, laughing. "I'm shuting up."

"Promise?"

"I promise... my love."

"Oh my god, I'm gonna spank you so hard."

"Can't wait," he grinned.

When they finished eating, they just walked around the city, Justin was showing him everything he'd discovered in those months when Brian wasn't visiting him here. They even ran into a few of Justin's friends who were really eager to meet the famous boyfriend. Well, Jessica and Paul were... Mark not so much. Brian noticed the way he was looking at Justin and he didn't like it at all. It was a good thing that Justin probably doesn't even realize that he's thinking about him that way.

"You're quiet," Justin pointed out.

"Am I?"

"Yeah. You didn't like my friends very much, huh?"

"I didn't say that."

"I know they're little crazy but they are great... I really care about them and I'm glad you finally met them."

"I agree, they're great... it's just that..."

"They're much younger then you?" Justin teased him again.

"I wanted to say that I didn't know what to talk to them about but... thanks for reminding me."

"Maybe you could spend some time with them... I know that this weekend is about us, but I want you to get to know my life here and the people in it... and Mark suggested me that we could come to the club tonight..."

Of course he did, Brian though to himself. He probably wants to check out the competition. And maybe it wasn't such a bad thing, at least he'll see how much Justin is in love with Brian and vice versa, so he can stop having wet dreams about him.

"Okay, we'll go."

"Really?" Justin raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Yeah, I want to get to know them better."

"Oh my god, I love you," Justin jumped into his arms and kissed him hard. "I'll call Mark."

"Great," Brian smiled ironically, ready to destroy this Mark.



TBC

Brian did everything to look his best... he wanted to look good for Justin, but of course that was only half the reason. Most of all, he wanted this Mark to realize that he doesn't stand a chance and that Justin already has a boyfriend... a really hot boyfriend. Though he felt kinda pathetic because of it, he trusts Justin, so he wasn't really sure why bother doing it. On the other hand, he knew it's gonna be fun too, so... why not?

"Holy shit," Justin breathed out, looking at Brian with his mouth open.

"What?"

"You look absolutely amazing."

"Don't I always?" he asked, smirking.

Justin laughed and nodded in agreement. "But today you look especially good," he grabbed Brian's shirt and pulled him closer to him and kissed him hard.

"You don't look bad yourself," Brian stroked his hair.

"Well, I tried..."

"And I can see you put on really tight jeans."

Maybe too tight, Brian thought. He really didn't want Mark, or anyone else actually, to drool over him even more than he already does.

"I wanted you to have something to look at," Justin turned around, showing him how his ass looked good in those jeans.

"Fuck, you want me to take them off, don't you?"

Justin smiled broadly and kissed him: "Later. But right now we should go, Mark just texted me that he and Jess will be there in thirty minutes."

"Well, then we shouldn't keep them waiting."

"Yeah. Unfortunately Paul had to cancel... his boyfriend took him on a date. But maybe they could both join us later..." he was more talking to himself than to Brian.

And Brian already knew that he's gonna lose his mind today. But he promised Justin that he'd get to know them better... so he didn't really have a choice.

The moment they arrived to the club, Brian could see the resemblance to Babylon. But gay club is a gay club, just horny half naked and dancing bodies everywhere... so that wasn‘t a surprise. Well, actually really hot bodies, Brian thought and couldn't really hide the fact the he was checking them out. Which Justin noticed.

"What?" Brian asked with an innocent smile and shrugged his shoulder.

"Nothing," Justin laughed. "They're hot."

"Yeah. But you're hotter," he leaned to him and kissed him, leaving him a little breathless.

"Okay, I believe you," he chuckled. "Oh, there's Mark!" Justin pointed to him.

"Oh, great," Brian smiled, trying his best not to look annoyed.

Then Justin took his hand and basically dragged him to the bar where Mark stood. They immediately hugged and even kissed each other on the cheek, which Brian kinda hated. He even had to think about the fact that he lets Michael kiss him on the mouth and how Justin must feel about it. Well, more like how he used to feel... today he knows that it's just something they do. So even though Brian wants Justin's lips and cheek all to himself, he knows that he doesn't get to say anything about it. Well, not that he would actually say anything even if he could... that would be really pathetic.

"Brian," Mark smiled at him.

"Matt," he replied with an ironic smile.

"It's Mark."

"Oh, sorry. My bad."

Mark wasn't stupid, he knew Brian did it on purpose. They even exchanged looks that spoke for themselves. Only Justin was surprisingly oblivious to the situation and focused more on them getting to know each other.

"Where's Jess?" Justin asked, looking around.

"She went to the bathroom."

"Oh."

"And she's right here," Mark added as she appeared next to them.

"Hi, Justin," she hugged him happily. "Brian!" to Brian's suprise, she hugged him as well. And he kinda liked her, she reminded him of a mixture of Daphne and Lindsay. "How was your day?" she asked, looking at both of them.

"Yeah, great. We were just walking around the city and watched some movies..."

"And fucked," Brian added, not really sure why he said that. Well, he knew why, but now he kinda felt stupid. But Jess laughed, so it wasn't that bad. If he pissed Justin, he's gonna know later.

"Well, it's great that you get to spend some time together ... I haven't seen Justin this happy in a long time," she smiled.

"Yeah, I love to have my man around," Justin chuckled, leaning against Brian. "Wish it was like that every day."

Me too, Sunshine, me too, Brian thought, kissing him on the head.

"And when you're going back?" Mark asked, looking at Brian.

Brian was ready to ask if he wants to know, because he can't wait to have Justin all to himself, but he decided to swallow his question.

"Tomorrow."

"Shit. That sucks."

Brian raised his eyebrow, trying to figure out if Mark was just being an ass or if he was trying to piss him off.

"Yeah, but I'll be visiting again soon, so don't worry."

"Wouldn't it be better if you just moved here?"

Yeah, he definitely was trying to piss him off and it started to work. And even Justin started to notice the tension. So it was a good thing he decided to answer before Brian...

"Brian has his job in Pittsburgh, his friends, home... everything."

"Well, not everything. You're here."

Keep talking and I'll fucking punch you in the face. Brian was getting furious. Not only that he and Justin didn't have this conversation yet, but him thinking that he gets to say anything about it, was getting on his nerves.

"That's true, but I don't want him to sacrifice his life to be with me."

Brian remembered this line all too well from the night they decided to call of the wedding... they didn't want to sacrifice their lives and call it love to be together. And even though Brian still believed those words, it didn't change the fact that he would give anything to be with him.

"Come on, guys, this night is supposed to be fun," Jess smiled cheerfully.

And both Brian and Justin were thankful to her. They didn't want to have their weekend ruined. And fortunately, even Mark decided to shut up... which was a smart decision, because Brian was ready to help him with that.

Then they ordered their drinks and just talked about everything, but mostly about Justin's art and how great he is, making Brian really proud of him. Jess was practically praising him and his paintings and the more Brian was talking to her, the more he was liking her. But he couldn't say the same thing about Mark and he still couldn't figure out why Justin is even friends with him. Maybe the jealousy was getting the best out of him and the fact that Mark was pissing him off didn't help much, but he just couldn't shake the feeling that there was something off about him.

"Hey," Justin sat down next to him. "You're okay?"

"I'm great." He wasn't, but he didn't want to ruin the night for Justin.

"You're sure? We can go home if you want..."

Brian was debating with himself whether he should say yes, but before he could decide...

"Oh my god, Justin, this is our song! We have to dance!" Jess exclaimed.

And before Justin could say anything, she was dragging him to the dance floor. All Justin was able to do was to give Brian a look that was saying 'sorry' and 'behave' at the same time. And seeing Justin dancing and all happy and smiling actually helped Brian get in a better mood. Well, at least for a while... because when he noticed the way Mark was also looking at Justin, he pissed him off again.

But when Mark realized that Brian's looking at him with a question, 'Are you fucking kidding me right now?' written all over his face, he tried to pretend that he definitely wasn't fucking Justin with his eyes, which almost made Brian laugh.

"So ... you work for an advertising agency?" Mark asked.

"No. I own an advertising agency."

"Oh. Sounds cool."

"It is."

"You have to make good money then."

"Well, I do."

"And I heard you have a son. Gus, right?"

"Uhm, yeah."

Brian looked at him confused, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. Was he trying to be a good guy all of a sudden, or was he just trying to get some informations that he could use later?

"Sorry. I just that Justin always loves to talk about him."

"Yeah, he loves Gus. We both do."

"Of course. I'm pretty sure you both can't wait to have a baby together one day."

"I'm sorry what?"

"A baby. You two... together."

Brian raised his eyebrow, wondering if someone put something in his drink. How the fuck they were talking about babies right now? And since when was this even something to talk about? Yeah, Justin said something here and there about wanting to have a family, but they never had a real conversation about it... definitely not one that involved having a baby together. So was he missing something or what?

"Sorry, it's none of my business."

"Yeah, you right about that," Brian answered, done with being polite. "I'm going to take a piss."

It was either that or running out of here and since Brian didn't want to leave Justin here or make him leave when he was obviously having a good time... the only thing he could do was to take a deep breath and calm down.

But when he returned to the bar after a while, he was anything but calm. Justin no longer danced with Jess, but with Mark. And not that they touched in any way or even danced close to each other... but that didn't change the fact that Brian's blood was boiling and his jaws were clenching.

"Don't worry about that," Jess suddenly said next to him.

"Huh?" he looked at her confused.

"Mark... he's harmless. He barks but he doesn't bite. And yeah, he has a crush on Justin, but he knows that he doesn't stand a chance... Justin loves you more than anything else, trust me. You're everything he talks about... sometimes it's even annoying," she laughed.

Brian wasn't happy with the fact that his face gave him away, but he really needed to hear that.

"Mark will get over him."

Brian snorted a little, "You think?"

"Yeah. I think meeting you will definitely help him with that... I never seen him this nervous."

Brian had to bite his lip not to smile too widely.

"I'm glad he has you in his life. He's lucky," she smiled at him.

"No. I'm the lucky one."

With that Brian made his way towards Justin ready to remind Mark one last time that Justin was his and only his.

"Sorry to interrupt, but can I get my boyfriend back for a dance?"

And Justin wasn't able to hold his big smile, it didn't happen often that Brian called him his boyfriend, especially not in front of people, and even though he was pretty sure that he did it mainly because of Mark, it didn't change the fact that it made his heart skip a beat.

"Yeah... yeah, sure," Mark replied, trying to hide his embarrassed face.

"Thanks,' Brian smiled ironically. Then he grabbed Justin's hand and pulled him closer, putting his arms around his neck. "Hey," he said, biting his lip.

"Hey, yourself," Justin chuckled with a raised eyebrow. "Boyfriend, huh?"

Brian rolled his eyes, knowing all too well where Justin was going with it, "Shut up and kiss me."

He didn't have to say it twice, Justin immediately sucked on Brian's lower lip and kissed him hard, doing a show for everyone around them.

"Damn, Sunshine," Brian breathed out softly. "You're making me really hard."

"Yeah?" Justin smiled playfully. "Then we should probably go home and do something about it."

"You sure? I mean you look like you're having a good time here. Also Mark may not be very happy either if you leave..."

Justin laughed a little, "It's true that I'm having a good time... but you fucking my brains out means that I'm gonna have a great time. And Mark will survive... he doesn't really have a choice because I'm going with you."

"Okay then," Brian smiled with his tongue in his cheek.

Justin quickly ran to Jess and Mark to say bye to them, and while Jess was seemingly happy for the two of them, Mark was obviously having a hard time with it, tasting a bitter taste on his tongue. But suddenly Brian felt a little sorry for him, because he knew what it feels like to be in love with Justin Taylor and how hard it is to stay away from him... but the sooner he accepts the fact that Justin's not meant for him, the sooner he'll be okay.

When Justin returned to Brian, he took his hand in his and said, "Come on, it's time for you to get me out of these jeans... they're really fucking tight..."

Brian smiled and wanted nothing more than that. Just his beautiful Sunshine moaning and screaming his name. But he also knew that there were things he and Justin needs to finally talk about, whether he wanted to or not...

Justin was inhaling Brian's scent as he was gently caressing his neck with his lips. His hand was slowly finding its way to Brian's crotch, creating vibrations in Brian's body. He really hated this old elevator, it took forever to reach his floor. He just couldn't wait to have Brian inside him and feel his thrusts hitting the right spot.

"I'm so hard, Brian," Justin whispered in his heavy voice. "And you are too," he chukled when he put his hand inside Brian's jeans and felt his throbbing dick.

"Aach, careful, Sunshine, your hand is really cold."

"It will warm up."

Brian smiled and licked his lips, then he leaned against the wall while Justin was slowly stroking him and kissing his neck. Then the elevator door finally opened and they hurried to Justin's apartment. Justin's hands were shaking with excitement as he was unlocking.

"Hurry up, Sunshine."

"I'm trying," Justin laughed, finally opening the door.

Brian immediately pressed himself against Justin and put his arms around him, then he kissed him. It was hard and bruising and making Justin's head spin. Almost as if Brian was telling him that he was his just with that kiss. Brian then moved his hand down to Justin's jeans and unzipped them, releasing his hard and swollen cock.

"Oh, finally... they were really tight," Justin sighed with relief.

"Yeah, I can see... and feel that. Your dick is really hard."

"I told you," he bit his lip and licked Brian's earlobe, making him moan.

On the way to the bedroom, they somehow lost all their clothes and landed on the bed completely naked, feeling every inch of each other's skin. Justin lay on top of Brian and they were slowly rubbing their dicks against each other while kissing hungirly. Preecum was leaking from them both. Justin then started to kiss and lick his way down Brian's chest and stomach to his beautiful cock. He swallowed him whole in one swift move.

"F-fuck," Brian gasped loudly and closed his eyes, his head falling back.

Justin was sucking and licking him up and down while tightly squeezing the root of his dick and playing with his balls. Brian wasn't able to lay still, he was moving his hips and fucking Justin in the mouth and hitting the back of his throat while writhing and moaning.

Justin really loved to suck the head of his dick because he loved how Brian's body reacted to it. And Brian loved it too. He was leaking like crazy and Justin swallowed it obediently. Then he run his tongue down his big vein and sucked on his balls, one by one, until Brian was shaking with pleasure.

Justin was driving him crazy, swallowing him deep, almost choking on his dick. Brian's groans were loud and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer...

"No, wait," Brian stopped him.

"What's wrong?" Justin asked looking up.

"Nothing. I just don't want to come like this... I want to come inside your beautiful, warm and tight ass..."

Justin smiled excitedly. "Then do it... fuck me!" he demanded.

Justin lay on his stomach, waiting and moving a little as he was trying to rub his dick against the mattress. Brian took the lube from the nightstand and put some on his fingers. Then he started to kiss Justin's back and just gently pressed two fingers against his hole, teasing him.

"Brian, please, do it," Justin whispered, sticking his ass in the air and urging him.

Brian smiled and pushed those fingers inside him, making him moan loudly. He was moving them in and out, scissoring and stretching him to open him up. Justin instinctively moved his ass up and down fucking Brian's fingers.

"Oh, god," Justin gasped. "So good."

When Brian was sure that Justin is ready to take his dick, he pulled his fingers out of him and reached for the condom. He opened it with his teeth a put it on. Then he lay on top of Justin and press his dick against his opening, pushing into him all the way to his balls. He gave him a sec to adjust and then he finally started to move.

At first he was slow but after a while he wasn't able to control himself and started to thrust deep into him hitting his prostate. Justin was even trying to spred his legs wider in order to give him a better access. Their moaing and breathing was growing louder with each thrust. Brian's dick was sliding in and out of Justin's asshole, fucking him as deep as possible. He wanted Justin to remember this, to remember him inside him, to feel every thrust, every kiss, every touch. He knew he was rough, his fingers were sinking into Justin's skin on his hip, marking him... but Justin loved it. He loved the pain mixed with pleasure.

Justin was groaning, almost screaming with every thrust that hit his prostate, his hand was gripping the sheets. He was so close. And Brian wasn't far behind, so Justin's walls squeezing around his cock was all it took for him to explode with orgasm. And just hearing the sounds that Brian made immediately sent Justin over the edge as well.

Brian then collapsed on Justin's back and they just lay there like that for a while with Brian's semi-erect cock still inside him. Brian just didn't want to pull himself out of him and Justin didn't want to feel empty. Not yet.

----

When Brian woke up an hour later, he was surprised that he had fallen asleep... well, actually it wasn't such a surprise given how wildly they fucked. He immediately looked at the other side of the bed hoping to see Justin's beautiful naked body laying there... but instead he saw him sitting in the chair next to the bed... drawing.

"Let me guess... you're drawing my dick again?"

"Well, not just your dick..." Justin chuckled. "I just couldn't help myself... you look like a fucking God laying in my bed."

Brian laughed but he actually loved to hear it... that Justin still found him so hot. "Show it to me... I wanna see if you got the size right."

"It's not finished yet... but don't worry... it's the right size," he licked his lips, remembering the taste of Brian's dick. "Shit, I'm really hungry. Maybe we could order a pizza, what do you think?" Justin asked hopefully.

"What? Now? It's after midnight."

"So what? Come on Mr. 'I don't eat after seven'. We deserve good food after a good fuck," Justin winked at him.

"Just a good fuck?" Brian raised an eyebrow.

"Did I say good? I meant great, amazing... fucking hot."

"Uh-hmmm."

"And because of how great it was, I'm starving now."

"You want to kill me, right?"

"Don't worry, pizza won't kill you... but I might if I don't eat something very soon..."

"You could eat my ass..." Brian grinned.

"Hmm, very tempting... but if you don't want me to actually bite you, you should get me some food."

"Christ, you're crazy."

"Yeah, and you have no idea how crazy I can be, if I don't eat, so order me a pizza for your own good. With extra cheese," Justin smiled broadly.

"You're really lucky that your young body can handle this unhealthy eating."

"That's because I have you to help me burn those calories."

Brian couldn't help but laugh, "Yeah, we are really good at burning calories together."

"So just imagine how many calories we'll have to burn after that pizza ..." Justin bit his lip playfully.

Brian nodded in agreement, already looking forward to it. Then he picked up the phone and ordered Justin his pizza... with extra cheese, of course. But to be honest, he was kinda looking forward to that pizza as well... he knew he will regret it tomorrow, but right now he was really hungry too. Justin exhausted him.

"I see you're enjoying my pizza," Justin pointed out when Brian grabbed the third slice.

"Shut up," Brian rolled his eyes. "I'm saving you from eating too much of this crap."

Justin was smiling like an idiot and leaned to him for a kiss, "You're such an amazing person. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"No idea. You'd be lost."

"Yeah, you're right... which reminds me, Jess really likes you... she told me you're great."

"Well, she's great too."

"I know," Justin smiled. "But Mark on the other hand... I'm really sorry about that. I don't know what got into him."

"You noticed?"

"That you wanted to kill each other? Yes, I did."

"Well, he likes you, so..."

"Yeah, I know," Justin admitted and sighed.

"You do?" Brian asked, surprised.

"Well, it would be hard not to notice..."

"That's true, considering how he was eye fucking you..." Brian snorted.

"Yeah, that too."

"What do you mean?" Brian looked at him curiously.

"It's nothing, really."

"Justin?" Brian already knew he's not going like it but he needed to know.

"Um, well..."

"Did something happen?"

"Only once, we were out drinking... and he tried to kiss me."

"And did he?" Brian could feel his throat tighten.

"No. Of course not. I stopped him right away and explained him that I don't do that..."

"That you don't kiss?"

"Brian... I didn't fuck him if that's what you're asking..."

"Okay," it was a relief to him, that's for sure.

"Would it bother you if I did?"

"What?"

"I mean... we never said we'd stop fucking other people... so if that's changed for you..."

"You want to fuck him?"

"No, Brian, I don't. I'm only saying that if you want us to be exclusive, all you have to do is say it."

Brian opened his mouth to say something, but close it again when he realized that he had no fucking idea what to say. He wasn't even sure how they got to this topic... well, yeah, he definitely didn't want Justin to fuck Mark. But to be honest it's been quite a long time since he last considered Justin fucking with someone else as hot. And he himself didn't even remember the last time he actually enjoyed fucking some nameless trick. So being exclusive made sense ... but it scared Brian to death. Not that he didn't want it, because Justin is the only one he wants to be with. But saying it out loud and admitting it was really hard for Brian.

"Brian, we don't have to if you don't want to... it's okay. So start breathing again please," Justin laughed.

"It's not that I don't want to..."

"Really?" Justin was obviously surprised but in a good way.

"Well, why not, right? I mean we were ready to go down the aisle, so..."

"Yeah, but we decided to cancel it because we didn't want to change who we are..."

"That's true, but back then I thought that I need to fuck other people to prove something to myself... to feel good about myself... but now I know that fucking with someone else doesn't define who I am... that I can be who I am and be with you... only you."

"I'm starting to think that the pizza didn't just have extra cheese... but something really extra..."

"I mean it, Justin," Brian paused for a second and took a deep breath. "I love you."

Justin smiled widely and moved closer to him, putting his arms around Brian's neck, "You're full of surprises, Mr. Kinney," with that he kissed him deeply, while playing with his hair. "I love you too."

"Yeah, well, you've waited long enough, so..."

"And I would wait even longer... I just want you to be happy, and I don't care if you need to fuck other people to feel that way... so if you're doing this just for me, you really don't have to..."

"But I am happy. When I'm with you... I'm happy."

Justin was starting to think that he was dreaming, but the happiness he felt was undescribable. "Okay then..."

Then they started to kiss, slowly and gently, just teasing each other while running their fingers over their naked bodies. Justin sat on Brian's lap and wrapped his legs around his torso, their dicks were already getting hard.

"Guess it's time to burn those calories..." Justin laughed and gently bit Brian's lip.

"Guess so..." Brian pressed his forehead against Justin's. Then he reached between them and took both of their dicks in his hand, gently stroking them together.

Justin started to breath faster, moaning into Brian's mouth while hungirly kissing him. That feeling of Brian's cock on his was absolutely amazing. And when they couldn't wait any longer Brian put on a condom and quickly pushed into Justin who immediately gasped loudly, scratching Brian's back.

"Oh, God, Brian..."

Brian pulled Justin's butt cheeks apart to be able to thrust deep into him and then he started to quickly move in and out. Both of them were gasping for air and holding each other real tight.

Justin groaned loudly when Brian's cock suddenly slipped from his ass but Brian quickly pushed back into him, slamming into his prostate.

"Fuck!" Justin screamed, scratching Brian again.

Feeling that he's really close Justin wrapped his hand around his leaking cock and started to stroke himself, moaning.

"You're so fucking hot," Brian breathed out heavily.

Justin smiled, kissing him passionately. And after a few more thrusts and strokes, cum started to run down Justin's dick. Brian immediately followed, filling the condom inside Justin's tight ass and groaning with pleasure.

When they regained their strength, they went to take a shower together. Both of them were smiling and giggling, almost acted like teenagers. But they couldn't help themselves - they were fucking happy and in love.

Their hands were running over each other's body with soap, while touching their sore dicks and kissing all the time.

They even almost forgot about the fact that they're gonna have to say goodbye to each other tomorow.

Well... Almost.

And there was still something Brian needed to get off his chest... something he needed to know... even though it scared the shit out of him.

And Justin knew the moment he saw how Brian was looking at him. "What is it, Brian?"

"I just... I need to know something."

"What?"

Brian took a deep breath, knowing he probably won't like the answer, but he had to ask: "Are you even planning to return to Pittsburgh one day? Or you wanna stay here?"

Justin immediately froze, absolutely not expecting Brian to ask this question. Well, at least not right now. But he wasn't stupid, he knew they would have to talk about it eventually, but he sure as hell didn't want it to be now. He just wasn't ready to have this conversation with Brian, because it scared the shit out of him, knowing that his answer will probably change everything for them.

"It's a pretty simple question, Justin," Brian laughed a little, trying to be calm. But his shaking voice betrayed him. "Yes or no?"

Maybe the question was simple, but the answer was far away from being simple. But Justin took a deep breath and finally said what needed to be said. "I... don't know," he admitted and sighed, his eyes were filling with tears.

But that was the truth - he didn't know. He had been thinking about it for months, and he wished things were different or easier. But their relationship was everything but easy since the beginning. And somehow the look on Brian's face wasn't even surprised, but sad and heart broken for sure.

"I'm really sorry, Brian. I wish I had a better answer for you... but I really don't know. Not that I don't want to be with you... oh my god, you have no idea how much I want that... to be able to spend every day by your side, but..."

"You have a life here... life that you love." Brian finished for him.

"Yeah... I do very much. I wasn't expecting to fall in love with this place so much when I first got here... I was sure as hell that I'd be back in Pitts in a month or even sooner, but..."

"Justin, you don't have to explain yourself to me. I just... I needed to know."

"But I don't want you to think that I don't love you or that I don't want to be with you... or that I love it here more than I love being with you," Justin's whole body suddenly began to shake.

"Justin... Justin, listen," Brian put his hands on Justin's shoulders. "I know you love me and I could never think otherwise, okay?"

Justin nervously bit his lip and nodded. "Yeah... Okay."

"And I don't want you to think that you have to go back to Pitts just for me. If you're happy here, then I think you should stay."

"You do?"

"Yeah, Justin, I do."

And Brian really meant it. He wanted Justin to be happy more than anything, even if it meant they won't be together the way they both wanted. But like he already said, he didn't want Justin to sacrifice his life just to be with him... but it hurt... it definitely hurt.

"But what about us? I mean, I understand if you want to call things off... I hope not, but I'll understand."

"Justin, I just promised you monogamy, so it would be really stupid of me if I bailed on you now."

Justin chuckled and pressed himself against Brian, he needed to feel his skin on his. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For not hating me for this. I was so scared you're gonna leave me."

"Well, you're really easy to love, so..."

Justin smiled broadly and then he hugged Brian as tightly as possible and Brian returned the hug in the same way. But what Justin couldn't see was the tear that suddenly ran down Brian's face. No matter how much he knew this was the best thing for Justin, it didn't change the fact that Brian felt like he's gonna lose him anyway eventually. And it was killing him.

After a while, they finally got out of the shower and went straight to bed.

"We'll be okay, Brian. I promise," was the last thing Justin said before he finally fall asleep in Brian's arms.

And Brian really hoped he was right, because anything else was not even an option.

----

Brian woke up really early in the morning. Well, he didn't really get much sleep, so... his mind just kept him awake. He was really scared because he didn't know what this meant for them. Until now, he had at least some hope that everything will be okay in the end... but right now he couldn't even imagine that the rest of their lives will look like this. Not knowing when they will see each other again... waiting for one of them to give up.

But watching Justin's face, hearing his heartbeat, and feeling the warmth of his body was all Brian needed to be sure that no matter how hard it gets, he will fight for Justin and their relationship.

He reached out and ran his fingers through Justin's hair, and then he kissed him lovingly on the cheek. Surprisingly, it didn't wake him up, he just made some cute noises, making Brian smile. And Brian suddenly couldn't even imagine not seeing him for god knows how long. But that wasn't something he wanted to think about now, so he got out of bed and headed for the kitchen in order to distract himself.

And it didn't take long before Justin finally showed up.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Brian smiled.

"Something smells really good in here."

"Yeah, I wasn't sure if you want a sweet or savory breakfast, so I made both ... pancakes and scrambled eggs."

"You made me a breakfast?" Justin grinned from ear to ear.

"Don't get too excited, it probably tastes awful."

"I'm sure it tastes great."

"Well, there's only one way to find out. So what do you want... pancakes or eggs?"

"Both, please."

"Oh my god," Brian laughed. "Your body will hate you for this one day."

"Don't worry, you'll take me to our gym afterwards," Justin winked at him.

"Our gym?"

"Yeah, you know," Justin went closer to him and touched him. "The one where we're really sweaty and your beautiful dick is deep inside me."

"Oh," Brian bit his lip. "I really love that one."

"Me too."

"Then start eating already."

"Of course, Mr. Kinney," Justin chuckled and kissed Brian deeply.

When they were finished eating, Brian went to wash the dishes and somehow got lost in his thoughts again. He wanted to enjoy those last few hours with Justin so much, but he just couldn't ignore his feelings about the whole situation. And Justin sensed Brian's tension and went straight to him, hugging him from behind and gently kissing him on his back.

"You okay?" he asked a little worried.

"Um," Brian cleared his throat. "Yeah. I'm fine."

"You sure?"

Of course he wasn't fine... how could he be when he knew that in a few hours he's going to be sitting on a plane back to Pittsburgh, not knowing when he's gonna see him again. And especially the thought that this was going to be their future was really killing him. But the last thing he wanted was for Justin to change his mind about staying in New York. He just wouldn't be able to live with himself if he made Justin to return to Pittsburgh just for him.

Brian then turned off the water and turned to face Justin. He put the best smile on his face, though it was harder to hide his sad eyes, but he did his best and then he just looked at him for a moment before finally kissing him, trying to show him that he really was okay, even though he was everything but that.

But before he knew it, he started to deepen their kisses, losing himself in the moment... and in Justin. He was kissing him and touching him almost aggressively, trying to feel every inch of his body perfectly, making Justin moan with a mix of pleasure and pain.

It was almost as if he was desperately trying to feel him and touch him before he won't be able to do it for god knows how long. He needed to take that feeling with him home. That's the only way he can survive this.

But Justin suddenly stopped him and looked him in the eyes. He knew Brian, and he knew that even though he was doing his best not to show how he feels, the way he kissed Justin gave him away and in that moment Justin could finally see how much is Brian really hurting.

But he could also see that Brian really didn't want to talk about it or even addmit it, so he did the only thing he could and gave him the only thing Brian needed right now - himself.

So his hands reached for him, grabbing the back of Brian's neck, then he pulled him closer and rejoined their lips together. It wasn't gentle or slow, but hard, bruising and almost painful - but in a good way. At one moment, Brian even bit Justin's lower lip and immediately felt a taste of blood.

"Ow," Justin hissed. "Take it easy, Tiger."

"I'm sorry," Brian smiled apologetically, wiping the blood from Justin's lips with his thumb. "I didn't mean to."

"It's okay," Justin assured him, seeing that Brian really felt bad about it.

Justin then began to kiss and lick Brian's neck and could feel Brian begin to relax more. Then he reached between them and inside Brian's boxers, taking his hard and throbbing dick in his hand. Brian immediately groaned loudly. Justin smiled and licked his neck once more, then he simply dropped to his knees in front of him. Still firmly stroking him, Justin flatted his tongue and licked his cock from the root to the tip, tasting his preecum.

Then he slowly started to take Brian in his mouth, inch by inch, until the tip of his dick hit the back of his throat, making him choke a little. Brian pulled out slowly, so Justin could breath and then he pushed in again. He did that repeatedly. And as he fucked Justin's mouth, his legs began to shake.

"Fuck," he breathed out heavily.

Justin looked up and met his lustful and darkened eyes, and without looking away, he swalloved him once more as deep as he could. Brian had to grab on the kitchen counter to keep himself steady while he moaned. Justin then stood up again and kissed Brian deeply, allowing him to taste his own preecum.

"Turn around," Brian smiled at him and Justin did as he was told.

Brian pressed himself against his back and Justin could feel his hard dick slowly rubbing against his ass, teasing them both while sucking on the back of Justin's neck.

"Bend over," Brian whispered in his ear.

Justin looked back at him, trying to figure out what he wants to do, and just from the look on Brian's face he knew it's something he's gonna really like. So he lay down his upper body on the kitchen counter and waited.

"Spread your legs more."

And just those word made Justin even more horny and eager. Brian then knelt behind him and pulled down his boxers, then he gently kissed both of his butt cheeks before pulling them apart and seeing his favorite hole. Justin was so turned on that he almost forgot to breath. Brian then licked two of his fingers, using his saliva as a lube, and then he began to push them inside Justin, making him gasp so fucking loudly.

Fingering and stretching his ass, Brian reached to Justin's leaking dick and began to stroke him as well. Justin's whole body was shaking.

"Oh my god," he moaned.

And when he couldn't stay still anymore, he began to move his hips, fucking himself with Brian's fingers. He was groaning like crazy and so close to his orgasm, but Brian suddenly pulled his fingers out, leaving Justin empty and frustrated.

"Jesus, Brian," he sighed.

"Just wait," Brian smiled.

And before Justin knew it, Brian's tongue began to lick Justin's sensitive asshole. Justin immediately gasped and pushed back, trying to get Brian's tongue in his ass.

"Fuck! That's so good."

Brian continued with his licking and nibbling for several minutes before stiffening his tongue and pushing it into his hole as far as he could, causing Justin to lose control over his body. Thanks to Brian holding him tight, he didn't end up on the ground.

"Brian, I need your hard dick inside me!" Justin demanded.

And as much Justin needed Brian inside him, Brian needed to be inside Justin, so he stood up again and turned Justin around to face him, kissing him hungirly. He then qucikly took a condom from the bowl on the counter and opened it with his teeth. When he put it on, he took Justin in his arms and sat him on the kitchen counter.

Justin immediately wrapped his legs around Brian's torso and Brian began to push into Justin all the way to his balls. They both groaned and kissed each other deeply.

Brian then began to move, sliding his dick inside Justin's ass, hitting his prostate. Justin had his arms and legs wrapped around him, holding him real tight while moaning into his ear.

"I love you so much, Brian," he whispered and felt that he's really close.

Brian smiled, but even with all the pleasure they both felt, Justin could still see the sadness in Brian's eyes. But suddenly Brian reached between them and closed his hand around Justin's cock, stroking him and making him ignore the sadness.

"I love you too," Brian panted before kissing him once more.

And after a few more thrusts, they both came together, shouting each other's names. While trying to catch their breath, they hugged tightly and didn't want to let go of each other.

----

They lay on the couch together, not talking and not even moving, almost as if both of them were scared to even breath. They just had one of the best fucks of their lives and now they didn't even know what to say or what to feel.

Justin was naive once again when he thought that Brian was really okay with this. Well, he wanted to believe it because he just didn't want to get into a situation when he would have to choose between Brian and staying in New York. Of course, he would choose Brian, he would do anything to not lose him... but giving up the life he lives in New York would destroy him. And he really hated this. Not being able to have everything he wants. No matter what he does, one of them is probably gonna end up heartbroken.

And Justin was aware that being quiet won't solve anything, so he took a deep breath before finally saying: "Talk to me, Brian. Please," he sighed. "I just... I can see that you're not okay."

"I'm fine, Justin, really. Don't worry about me."

Justin lifted his head from Brian's chest and looked at him with obvious concern. "If you don't want me to stay here, then just say it. But don't do this... don't push me away, don't pretend that everything's fine when it's obviously not."

"Please, Justin, just... let it be."

"I know you, Brian, and I know you would do anything to make me happy, even if it means you are suffering..."

Brian immediately sat up and gently pushed Justin away, then he ran a hand down his face and just stared into space for a moment.

"What do you want me to say, Justin?" he finally looked at him.

"How you really feel, for a start."

"I don't know, okay?" he snapped. "I feel... I feel pissed. Pissed that I want to be with you all the time but I can't. I feel scared... that I'm gonna lose you."

"You're not gonna lose me, Brian."

"You don't know that. What if one day you're gonna wake up and you're gonna realize that this is not enough for you... that I am not enough for you."

"What are you saying, Brian?"

"What if I am the thing that's gonna make you unhappy eventually? What if you can meet someone else... someone who will give you more than I can?" Brian couldn't even look at him as he said it.

"You already giving me everything!"

"I don't even know when I'm gonna have time to visit you again."

"Then I'll visit you... because we promised each other that we will always find time and I plan to stand by it."

Brian looked at him, trying to find words, but instead saying something, he end up moving closer to Justin, pressing his forehead against Justin's and wrapping his arms around him.

"I'm not going anywhere, Brian. I don't want anyone else but you. And I'll do everything in my power to make you happy... to make us happy. You don't have to worry about that."

"I know," Brian sighed. "And I'm sorry, I don't even know what I'm saying. I'm just scared... scared that no matter what we do we will lose."

"We are not going to lose, because we won't let that happen. Okay?"

"Of course not," Brian smiled, kissing his forehead.

"Nothing's gonna tear us apart. Even if we never live in the same city again. You just won't get rid of me that easily."

Brian laughed, somehow feeling a lot better. "My little stalker."

"Always and forever," Justin winked at him and kissed him.

Justin was trying to cheer Brian up as much as he could. To make him smile, laugh and feel better... and most of all happy. He knew that their time together this weekend was coming to an end, but he didn't want to think about it. He didn't want the time they had left together to be sad, he can be sad later when Brian is really gone, but right now he just wanted them to have fun and enjoy their last hours as much as possible.

"What are you doing?" Brian asked amusedly when Justin suddenly lay down on top of him, just staring at him.

"I'm just looking at you," he smiled and kissed his bare chest. "And I'm enjoying your presence."

"Yeah, well," Brian looked at his watch and saw that he had about five hours before he had to go to the airport.

"Hey! Don't look at that... look at me. We still have time and we won't waste it by counting how much we have left. Okay?"

Brian laughed. He loved when Justin was bossy. "Okay. No looking at the clock. Got it."

"Thank you," this time Justin gently kissed his soft lips. "But I wanna do something."

"We can fuck," Brian grinned.

"We already did that. And don't get me wrong, I loved it, it was hot and fun and all... but now my ass is just sore and I would love to do something outside of this apartment. And don't say we can fuck in the street."

Brian couldn't help but laugh and then he pretended to zip his mouth. "And what do you want to do, dear?"

"I'm not sure..."

"Great start to your plan," Brian chuckled.

"We can start with a nice walk and maybe have something to eat..."

"You just love to eat, don't you?"

"Yeah. And maybe I'll eat your ass later as well," Justin winked at him.

"Can't wait."

"Bet you can't," Justin laughed. "But what do you think?"

"Well, nice walk, food... that almost sounds like a date."

"Well, we don't have to lable it, but yes, something like that. And we will just see where we end up."

"Okay."

"Really?" Justin smiled happily.

"Yeah. I think we deserve a nice date."

"Okay, Mr. I don't do dates. Let's do it," Justin was about to stand up. But Brian grabbed his hand and pulled him back. "What?"

"Kiss me first."

Justin smiled from ear to ear, then he leaned to his lips and gave him the best kiss he possibly could, leaving them both a little breathless.

----

They spent the next two hours forgetting about everything that just wasn't the way they wanted and only focused on each other, enjoying the rest of their time together. They ate the best burger and fries New York could offer. Not even Brian complained about the junk food. After that they had some drinks that improved their mood even more. And eventually they sat on a bench in the park with ice cream. The sunset was starting and the view was just beautiful. And yeah, as Brian would say, it was ridiculously romantic. But it was perfect.

Suddenly Brian started laughing.

"What?" Justin asked confused.

"You have that ice cream all over your mouth."

"Shit," Justin was ready to wipe his mouth with his hand, but Brian stopped him. "What now?"

"I have a better idea," with that Brian leaned towards him and kissed him passionately and deeply. Justin tasted perfect with that ice cream on his lips.

"Mhmhm. Ice cream kiss," Justin smiled broadly.

"Yeah, well, if i remember correctly, you loved it the first time."

"You remember it well," Justin grinned. "And you loved it too."

"It wasn't bad."

"Hey!" Justin punched him in the shoulder. "It was fucking hot."

Brian smirked, biting his lip. "Yeah, it was." And then Brian suddenly fell silent, lost in his thoughts.

"What is it?" Justin noticed.

"I was an asshole back then, huh?"

Justin opened his mouth a little. "No, you weren't."

"Yes, I was. I treated you like shit."

"You were just scared to be close to someone... scared to have your heart broken... so you tried to push me away. And I think you were just trying to protect me because you didn't want my heart to be broken as well... but being mean to me has never really worked."

Brian laughed and ran his fingers through Justin's hair. "Obviously. You're still here."

"Yeah. And trust me, I'm not going anywhere. Even if we are not in the same city, I am always with you... in here," Justin touched Brian's chest.

They just looked at each other lovingly for a while before they both started laughing.

"Who would have thought, right? You, me, the sunset, expresing our feelings..."

"It's almost like a romantic movie," Justin laughed. "Fucking hetero movie."

"Jesus Christ. What the hell happened to us?"

"No fucking idea. But whatever it was, it made us crazy... crazy in love with each other," Justin bit his lip and just stared at him for a moment before saying: "I really love you, Brian, so much."

Brian sighed and pressed his forehead against Justin's. "I really love you too, Justin."

They kissed again, but this time more gently and slowly. And then Justin rested his head on Brian's shoulder while Brian put his arm around him. They sat there like that for a while. No words were needed, just being together was enough.

----

When they got back to Justin's appartment, they knew they could no longer ignore the clock, because now the time was really ticking.

"Don't forget this t-shirt," Justin handed it to Brian so he could pack it.

"Thanks. That's my favorite."

"Yeah, I know. Mine too. I love it when you wear it."

"But of course you love more when I'm not wearing any," Brian smirked and put his tongue in his cheek.

"Of course," Justin laughed.

"Thought so. But if you want, I can leave the t-shirt here for you."

"What?"

"Yeah, you can sleep in it or something... so you can feel closer to me, you know," Brian laughed, pretending to be joking. But he meant it.

"Okay," Justin immediately grabbed that t-shirt and put it to his nose, inhaling Brian's scent.

"You're not even gonna wash it, right?"

"Absolutely not."

Brian laughed. "Don't you want my underwear, too?"

"Sure!"

Brian raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

"That was a joke!"

"Are you sure? I can just take them off..."

"Shut up," Justin rolled his eyes and laughed, then silenced him with a kiss.

"You are so ungrateful."

"Well, I guess you should probably spank me."

"Yeah, I should, definitely..." Brian wrapped his arms around him and they stood together, holding each other closely with their foreheads touching. "But next time, okay?"

Justin sighed and smiled sadly before kissing him again. "I'm looking forward to it."

"Yeah, me too, Sunshine."

Brian was finishing packing the rest of his stuff while Justin watched him from the bed. He knew he will see him soon. Nothing else was even an option. But it was still hard. The thought of not sleeping in Brian's arms tonight was unbearable. He didn't want him to go. But he couldn't ask him to stay. And he couldn't go with him. He could only wait and hope for the best.

"Everything packed?" Justin asked as Brian sat down on the bed next to him.

"Yeah. Except for one thing."

"I promise I'll take good care of that t-shirt, don't worry," Justin chuckled.

"Thanks. But I meant you."

"Oh..."

"But you wouldn't fit in that suitcase anyway, so..."

"Brian," Justin ran his hand down Brian's arm, his face was a little worried.

"That was my failed attempt to be funny. I'm fine, Justin, I promise."

"But I'm not..."

"What?"

"I'm not fine. Because you're leaving and I'm gonna miss you terribly. I know I've decided to stay here, but that doesn't mean it's not hard for me. And I know it's hard for you too. And we shouldn't pretend that we're okay when we're not."

Brian sighed and moved closer to him. "You're right. I'm not fine. But like you said we'll see each other very soon. And that's what makes it a little easier for me."

"I wish I could just jump into the future, to skip the time we're apart."

Brian laughed a little, "We would get sick of each other."

Justin put a finger on Brian's lips. "I already told you, I could never be sick of you."

Brian gently stroked his cheek. "I promise I'll be here as soon as I can."

"Or I'll come to you."

It was an easy promise that both of them wanted to keep. But they weren't naive... their future will be difficult... sometimes they will even hate it and want to give up... but they won't. Because no matter how hard it will be, what they have is much stronger than that.

----

One hour. That was all they had left. Most of the time they were quiet, just laying on bed together, holding each other real tightly. And when they talked, they were joking and planning what they will do next time they see each other. But the closer it was, the more Justin could feel his eyes filling with tears. But he was doing his best not cry. That was the last thing he needed right now.

But suddenly Justin's phone rang and he immediately looked who texted him, but didn't say a word, he just put the phone back on the nightstand and rested his head on Brian's chest again. He loved the sound of Brian's heart.

"Who texted you?" Brian asked curiously.

"It doesn't matter."

"Mark?" Justin didn't answer, but he didn't even have to, Brian just knew. "What did he text?"

"He's asking if I have time to get some drinks tonight."

Of course he's asking, Brian thought, annoyed. He probably thinks that Brian's already gone.

"Oh."

"I won't go."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not in the mood to go out..."

"You can't stay locked in your apartment, Sunshine."

Justin raised his head and looked at Brian. "You don't even like Mark."

Brian laughed. "Well, that's true, I don't. But if you say he's just a friend, then it shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"He is just a friend! I promise."

"I know, Justin. And I also know that you need friends and you need to go out and live your best life... even if it means spending time with him."

Justin smiled and kissed him. "Thank you for trusting me."

"Well, trusting you isn't a problem... I don't trust him... so if he ever tries anything again, just hit him in the face for me, okay?"

Justin laughed and nodded. "He won't. I'll make sure of that. He just needs to understand that it's never gonna happen between us and then he'll be okay."

"I hope so."

"I know so."

"Smartass," Brian laughed and kissed him on the head.

----

The hardest moment was when they had to come to terms with the fact that it was time to go to the airport. Neither of them wanted to go to the car, but unfortunately they had to face the reality. So when they actually sat in the car, both of them were quiet the whole time. Only their hearts were beating so fast that it almost felt like they were about to jump out of their chests. Fuck, they really hated this.

So to actually stand at the airport was killing them.

"Thank you, Brian, for this weekend. It was really perfect."

"It was," Brian smiled. "But it's Mr. Kinney," he bit his lip.

Justin chuckled. "Oh, right, sorry, Mr. Kinney. I hope you were happy with me services."

"I most definitely was."

"Well, it was my pleasure, Mr. Kinney," he licked his lips.

"I bet it was. But there is one more thing I need from you."

"Anything."

Brian smiled and pulled Justin closer, wrapping his arms around him and then he kissed him. Hard, deep, like he was starving for him. He wanted to make sure Justin will feel him and taste him on his lips and tongue as long as possible. It was almost as if they couldn't breath and they were each other's air.

"Um, wow," Justin breathed out heavily. "That was... uhm..."

"Hard?" Brian raised his eyebrow as he felt Justin was in fact hard.

"Uh-mhmmm," he smiled and was all red.

"Good. At least you have something to think about."

"Yeah..."

They both laughed and kissed again. But then it was time to do what needed to be done.

"God, I'm gonna miss you so much," Justin whispered.

"I'm gonna miss you too."

"Just call me when you get home, okay?"

"For a dirty talk? You just can't get enough of me, can you?"

"Obviously not." Justin laughed, "But I'm gonna be okay with just hearing your voice."

Brian smiled and ran a finger down Justin's cheek. "Okay. I'll call you. I promise."

They were both so strong for each other and did their best not to fall apart. But they knew they will see each other again soon, and that was all that mattered.

"I should go..." Brian sighed.

"Yeah, I know, you don't want to miss your flight."

"Part of me does..."

"I know, I feel the same way. But waiting for the next flight wouldn't change anything... it would still be this hard."

Brian nodded in agreement. And then he hugged him as tightly as possible and kissed his neck. "See you soon, Sunshine..." he whispered to his ear.

Brian then smiled at him one last time with a lump in his throat, trying to fight back tears. Then he turned around and began to walk away, fighting the urge to look back at Justin once more. He knew that if he did that, he wouldn't be able to get on that plane.

But what happened next took Brian completely by surprise...

"Marry me, Brian!"

It took him a few seconds to even realize he heard Justin, but to actually understand what he said was a lot harder. He turned back to face Justin, who was smiling from ear to ear, and started walking toward him.

"What? What did you just say?"

"I said marry me."

"Are you crazy?" Brian laughed, but was in shock.

"Maybe. Yes. I don't know. But I don't see why not. I know the reason we canceled it before was that we didn't want to sacrifice our lives... but that's just bullshit now. We love each other, we're together and I think we're ready. Yeah, lets face it we don't even know when we're gonna see each other again... but I want to spend the rest of my life with you, whether we're right next to each other or a hundred miles apart because I love you, Brian... and I really wanna marry you. I just need to know that you are mine forever."

Brian was completely taken aback, he was sure he's just dreaming. "Justin, this is... I mean... I just..."

"Just think about it, okay? You don't have to answer me now, that's okay... but think about it," he smiled nervously.

Brian opened his mouth but he couldn't find any words. He even forgot to breath. It was crazy. But somehow it was the best thing he had heard in a long time. So he smiled and ran his fingers through Justin's hair...

"I don't have to think about it, Justin... I know the answer now..."

"And?"

Brian took a deep breath and said: "Okay."

"Okay?" Justin raised his eyebrows.

"Let's do it," he smiled.

Justin bit his lip to keep himself from smiling. "I'm gonna need you to say it."

Brian laughed and leaned to his ear, then he whispered: "Yes... a million times yes."

The smile on Justin's lips was the brightest Brian had ever seen. They immediately kissed and for a moment they forgot about the world around them. They were happy, and even the fact that they won't sleep in the same bed tonight couldn't change that.

Two weeks later.

Justin was working on a new painting while listening to music and dancing around with a huge smile on his face. This was basically him every day since Brian's visit. No, scratch that... since Brian said Yes. Everything was suddenly so much better. He missed Brian like crazy, but somehow knowing that he's gonna spend the rest of his life with him made it so much easier. Well... most of the time. Of course, it still didn't change the fact that every morning he wanted Brian to lie on the other side of the bed, or that he really wanted to hug and kiss him deeply until they would be out of breath. But it was just different now. Brian was his forever. Brian... was... his... forever. And that was all that mattered. So yeah, he was really fucking happy.

It wasn't until he realized his phone was ringing that he finally stopped smiling from ear to ear.

"Oh, hi mom! What's up?"

"Hi, honey. We just haven't talked in a while, so I'm curious how my son is doing."

"Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry about that. I've been really busy lately, so... but there is no excuse for that, I know."

"Busy, huh? With Brian?" she chuckled.

"Um, what?" he swallowed loudly and a little nervously.

He and Brian agreed not to tell anyone they were engaged yet. They know what their family is like and that they would drive them crazy. So they just wanted to take some time and keep it to themselves for a while. It just felt right to both of them. It was their little beautiful secret.

But his mother sounded almost as if she knew.

"I was just with Debbie, who mentioned that Brian seems really happy lately... specifically since he visited you in New York."

Justin smiled brightly. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah!" she smiled. "So we figured things are going great between you two... right?"

"Well, yes... really great, actually."

"Oh, honey, I'm so happy for you. I know how much you and Brian wanted this."

"Thanks, mom."

"And maybe I'll even be Brian's mother in law after all..."

Justin immediately choked on his saliva. "Wh-what?"

"Well, I don't see why not. You love each other and you already wanted to get married once. And remember how sad I was it didn't work out."

"Yeah, I remember," Justin sighed. She definitely wasn't the only one who was sad. It's like yesterday and it still hurts Justin to think about it.

"And I know it's entirely your decision to make and I also know you both said that you don't need vows because you already love each other without it... but I'm just saying that it would be nice to see you two say I do. So maybe when you return home, you both could reconsider it."

Shit!

"Mom, I'm sorry, I should have told you this sooner, but... I'm not returning home anytime soon."

"What are you talking about?"

"I decided to stay in New York. Maybe for good."

"What? Are you serious?"

"Yeah, mom, I am."

"But... why? I mean... your home is here. And what about Brian, honey?"

"He knows and he's okay with it. Actually, he was the one who told me I should stay here if that's what I want."

"Of course he did. He loves you that much. But... you really want that?"

"Well, I'm happy here, so... yeah, I want it."

"And you're sure that Brian's really okay with it? I mean, we know what he's like... he would do anything to make you happy, but..."

"Mom, we talked about it and decided together. We know it won't be easy, but as long as we are together, we will make it work."

"I hope you will. But saying it and actually doing it are two completely different things, Justin..."

"I'm not stupid, mom. Or naive. We know a lot of things could happen. But we are ready to do this. Together."

"Okay then. If that's what you want... you have my support. But promise me that I will see you before the end of the year," she laughed, but her voice was shaking a bit.

"I promise. Actually, I plan to visit soon, so don't worry."

"Oh, thank God. I'm starting to forget what you look like."

"I'm still the same, mom."

"Well, I can't wait to see it for myself."

"Soon. But I have to go now, I'm working on a new painting, so..."

"Okay then. I'll let you go back to it. But think about what I told you. I would really love to see you two get married eventually..." she said hopefully.

Justin bit his tongue, trying so hard not to tell his mother that her wish would come true. But the moment he would tell her, she would tell Debbie, and then everyone would know. And like he already said, right now they just want to keep it to themselves.

"Yeah, I will."

----

When Justin finished the painting it was already dark outside, but it was still too early to go to bed. He wasn't even tired, but rather bored. He was thinking about calling Brian, it's been three days since their last call and he really missed him, but he knew he was probably at Woody's with the boys by now. So he needed to think of something else that would improve his evening and take his mind off Brian. So he picked up the phone and called the only person who could help him with it.

"Hi, blondie!"

"Hey, Jess. What are you doing?

"Um, nothing much... just eating ice cream... watching some shitty romantic comedy... why?"

"Wanna come over?"

"Well, I could... is something going on?"

"No! I'm just bored, but too lazy to go out... so I thought that maybe you could save me from going crazy here," he chuckled.

"Give me half an hour."

"You're the best."

"Yeah I know."

Jess is always on time everywhere, so it was no surprise that in exactly half an hour she rang the bell at Justin's door. But what was a surprise was the fact that Jess wasn't the only one he found at the door.

"Oh, h-hey," Justin looked obviously confused.

"I hope you don't mind I brought some more company," she smiled apologetically, placing one arm around Paul's shoulders and the other one around Mark's shoulders. "Also we brought pizza and beer."

"Of course not. I'm happy to see you. Come on in."

It wasn't that he didn't like to see all three of them, it was just that he wasn't really in the mood for a party, he wanted a quiet and peaceful evening and just talk, maybe even have some wine. And yes, if he should be cmpletely honest, he'd been kinda avoiding Mark since that evening with Brian... but now it was too late, they were here now and all he could to do was to put on a smile and have fun. And he could do that. Actually, he needed to do that.

When Justin was in the kitchen taking plates for the pizza, Jess joinded him.

"Are you mad?" she asked with an innocent smile.

"No. I just... wish you'd ask or at least gave me a heads-up..."

"Well, in my defense, I didn't really invite them... Mark called me right after our call and asked me to join him and Paul at a bar... but I told him I was going over to your place and well, the rest is history."

"He invited himself," Justin sighed.

"Yeah, basically. And since he's our friend and Paul as well, I thought that it's not going to be such a problem..."

"Yeah, it's not... it's just that..."

"That Mark likes you more than as a friend?"

"You know?"

"Well, I'm not blind. Also, Brian was a bit jealous when you two danced that night... so I figured that's why you are avoiding him since..."

"You never said anything."

"Neither did you."

"That's becuase I thought there was nothing to say... he tried to kiss me once, but..."

"He did?" she exclaimed.

"Yeah. He was drunk and I stopped him. But I just thought he likes me, but now I think that maybe he's... in... love... with me... I really don't know," Justin hated to even think it, let alone say it out loud.

"You should talk to him."

"I know. But not today. Today we gonna have fun."

"Yeah, you need some fun. I bet you miss Brian like hell."

"Oh, you have no idea! Especially since he said he's gonna mar..."

The only reason Justin didn't finish his sentence and reveal he and Brian are engaged was because Mark showed up at the kitchen door.

"What are you two talking here about?"

Jess and Justin just exchanged glances and at the same time said: "Nothing."

Then they took the plates and went back to Paul and they sat down on the pillows on the carpet. Pizza and beers were in the middle. And it didn't take long before they were all slightly drunk, which made them laugh at almost everything, sing and dance like crazy.

"We should play something!" Paul suggested.

"Huh?" Justin looked at him in amusement.

"Like what?" Jess asked.

"Chess, probably," Mark laughed.

"I was thinking Never have I ever..." Paul smiled excitedly.

"Oh, dear God," Justin rolled his eyes.

"That actually sounds like fun," Jess replied. "We should play."

"Thanks, Jess. Justin? Mark?" Paul looked at them hopefully.

"Yeah, count me in," Mark agreed.

"Guess I don't have choice," Justin sighed.

"Yeah, you don't," Jessica laughed.

This was a game that needed better booze than just beer, so Justin got Brian's favorite bottle of Jim Beam and four glasses from the kitchen. At first, the game was pretty simple and kinda boring with questions like: Never have I ever stolen anything. Never have I ever drunk-dialed my ex. Never have I ever broken a bone. Never have I ever kissed more than one person in 24 hours. And so on. But after a few glasses it took a different turn...

"Never have I ever fucked a stranger."

Justin snorted. "Come on, Jess, really?" then he immediately drank.

"Sorry, I forgot that you used to fuck everything that moved."

"That was Brian. But I also had my share of fucking strangers," he laughed.

Paul and Mark drank as well.

Now it was Paul's turn: "Never have I ever had a threesome."

Justin raised an eyebrow and took a big sip, then he waited for someone else to drink, but was surprised that none of them did. "Seriously?"

"Well, our sex lives are boring, I guess," Paul shrugged.

"Huh. Well, you should try it, it's fucking hot."

"You still do it... I mean, have threesomes?" Mark asked him.

"Well, not anymore. And since Brian and I decided to be exclusive, I doubt I will ever again... maybe occasionally, if we'll feel like it..."

"My boyfriend would kill me if I even suggested it. You are lucky," Paul said.

"There were times when I didn't feel lucky... when I didn't understand that sex and love are two completely different things... but now I have both, so..." he chuckled. "Anyway, who's next? Oh, right, me. Well... that's hard, I'm pretty sure there is nothing I haven't done when it comes to sex..." he said with a laugh. "Never have I ever... hmmm... came four times in a row..."

"Ha, I'm lucky if I have one orgasm," Jess snorted.

"Really? With Brian I have two orgasms almost every time... but once I had three in a row... I couldn't walk the next day, but... it was so worth it..."

Their jaws dropped to the floor.

"I'm starting to hate you..." Paul glared at him.

Justin laughed. "Sorry."

"Mark, you're next," Jess smiled at him.

"Oh, sure. Well... never have I ever... had sex without a condom..."

Justin was about to drink, but he stopped at the last second when he realized what Mark actually said.

"You haven't?" Mark looked surprised but quite pleased.

"Brian doesn't want to. It's not safe... and we have a friend who is HIV positive, so... you know, better safe than sorry."

"That's good. Safety first," Jess smiled at him. "But at least I can drink."

"Yeah, me too, finally," Paul laughed.

Justin would lie if he said that it didn't bother him... of course he would love to... but he knows what Brian thinks about it and there is no way in hell he will ever change his mind. He wants to be safe, but more than that he wants Justin to be safe.

They all had few more turns and then they even tried to play the Truth or dare game, but didn't play long because Jess started to be more than slightly drunk, so they eventually decided it was time to call it a night.

----

When everyone left, Justin threw away the empty bottles and cleaned up his apartment a little, then he got into the shower, wishing Brian was there with him, kissing and massaging his shoulders. He almost got hard just from that thought. So when he finally settled into his bed, he knew he would not be able to fall asleep without hearing his voice. So even though it was already after midnight, he dialed Brian's number, hoping he would have time for him, and to Justin's surprise Brian answered almost immediately.

"Hey, Sunshine," just from his voice Justin could tell Brian was smiling.

"Hey. Did I wake you?"

Brian snorted. "What am I? Eighty year old?"

"Right. My bad," he chukled.

"And what's keeping you up?"

"I just... I just wanted to hear you," he sighed, licking his lips.

There was a moment of silence before Brian finally spoke, "Yeah, I miss you too."

"Tell me how much."

"What?"

"Come on, Brian. Be romantic," Justin giggled. "Do you miss me to the moon and back?"

"Are you drunk?"

"What? No! Well, maybe. But just a bit."

"Christ. Hope you didn't drink alone."

"Of course not, you taught me that. We had a little party."

"We?"

"Yeah, me, Jess, Paul and... Mark."

"Oh. And did you have fun?"

"Yeah, a lot, actually. We played some games."

"Games, huh? Board games or the ones when you have to get naked?"

Justin laughed. "Don't worry, my body is for your eyes only. Actually, I'm naked right now..."

"Really?"

"Uh-hmmm," he smiled. "What about you?"

"Well, as a matter of fact, so am I."

"That's good... because I need you to touch me."

"I would love to do that, but that's gonna be a bit of a problem... you are kinda out of reach."

"Use your imagination, Brian. Tell me when you're touching me," he whispered seductively.

"You really are drunk," he laughed.

"I mean it, Brian."

Brian sighed. "You really wanna do this?"

"Yes! It's been two weeks since your last touch, and if this is all I can get now, I'll take it."

"Oh my god."

"Come on, Brian, I'm already getting hard. So fucking hard. Tell me, what you are going to do with me."

Justin could immediately hear that Brian's breathing got heavier. "You are killing me."

"Touch me, Brian..." he whispered, closing his eyes.

Then he closed his hand around his hard dick, slowly stroking himself, waiting for Brian to say something. He was so turned on by the idea of having phone sex with Brian that he almost forgot to breath.

Brian then finally gave Justin what he needed. What they both needed. "I'm lying pressed against you, skin on skin... I kiss you on the neck, I even bite you gently... while my hand is slowly reaching down between us..."

"Yeah, do it..." Justin breathed out heavily.

"I take your dick in my hand... it's so huge and hard... I start rubbing the head, you're already leaking..."

Justin moaned and arched his back. His cock was throbbing and as Brian said, leaking. Using the preecum as a lube, Justin quickened his hand, that was tightly wrapped around his erection.

"I kiss your nipples, they're getting hard, so my tongue plays with them... I suck them... I bite them..."

"Fuck," Justin licked his fingers and began circling his right nipple with them, imagining it's Brian's tongue. "It's so good."

Brian smiled and wasn't far behind, playing with his own dick while picturing what Justin probably looked like right now. "Now I'm reaching back to your lips and kissing you hard, my tongue fills your mouth... you taste so damn good."

"You taste really good, too," Justin smiled, licking his lips. "I'm so fucking horny."

"Jesus... I wish I could see you and do all of this to you in person."

"Yeah, me too," he sighed. "But don't stop."

"I won't. How hard is your dick?"

"Rock hard! Tell me what I should do... where I should touch myself..."

"Yeah, I like that. I want you to suck your fingers, get them wet as much as possible."

"Okay," Justin immediately did it. "What now?"

"Reach down to your hole and slowly push two fingers in..."

"Oh god."

Justin started pushing them in, it hurt a little at first, but the deeper he got, the better it felt.

"Are you doing it?"

"Yeah," he groaned.

"Good boy. Imagine they're mine... stretching you open... fuck yourself with them as deep as possible."

"Fuck. I love this so much."

"I know you do. Now use your other hand and squeeze your balls tightly."

As Justin did it, while still fingering himself, he exhaled loudly and almost screamed. It felt really good. His dick was now dark red. The preecum was all over him.

"What does it feel like?"

"Absolutely amazing," Justin answered, his face was full of pleasure.

"Good. But don't cum yet."

"You're making that hard for me."

Brian chukled. "I believe you can handle it. Because now I need you to lie on your stomach."

"So I can take my fingers out?"

"Yeah, you can, but don't forget that mine are still inside you... now roll over onto your stomach."

"What now, Brian?" he asked heavily as he lay down on his belly.

"Do you feel my tongue slowly sliding down your spine... right to your sensitive hole?"

"Oh my god, yes," he replied, while rubbing his dick against the mattress and moaning.

"I'm spreading your ass cheeks... the tip of my tongue is touching your hole and as you open a little, I go deeper... licking and sucking... fucking you with my tongue... can you feel it?"

Justin made a whimpering sound and that was all that Brian needed.

"Now I'm going to fuck you, okay?"

"Yeah..." he breathed out, his body was shaking.

"Get on your knees and get that beautiful tight ass in the air..." Brian moaned, obviously enjoying himself too. "I'm putting a condom on..."

At that moment, Justin lost himself at that thought. Again thinking about what it would be like if Brian fucked him without a condom. And part of him wanted to tell him not to use a condom, at least not in this fantasy... but he knew that would ruin everything, so he didn't say anything. Instead he started jerking himself off again, waiting for Brian's words...

"The tip of my dick just teases your hole, sligtly pushing in, but not deep... and you beg me to fuck you, but my cock is just riding between your ass cheeks and you love it..."

"I do," he whispered and held his breath.

"And now I just slide all the way inside you."

"Oh my god, yes... fuck... that feels amazing..." he groaned, moving his hips and fucking his hand.

"You are so tight and wet. I'm thrusting deep inside you. You are swallowing my whole cock. Oh, yeah, that's right... it's so good," Brian let out a groan. "I'm hitting that spot that makes your whole body shudder. And you are so close... oh, fuck..."

Justin could hear Brian grunting, followed by a loud, long moan. He immediately knew that he just came and that was all Justin needed to shoot his load all over the sheets. And he was fucking out of breath, not even able to speak.

"Still there?" Brian chukled.

"Yeah..." he exhaled. "I have to change my sheets."

Brian laughed.

"And I need to take another shower."

"Don't do that. I bet you smell good. Like sex. Wish I could smell you."

"I wish that too. But fuck, that was incredible. My body is shaking."

"Mine, too. We should do this more often."

"Definitely!" he smiled. "But I'm exhausted now."

"Then change your sheets and go to sleep."

"Yeah, I will do that... now I have something great to dream about."

Brian chuckled. "Good night, fiancé."

Justin bit his lip. "I love it when you call me that."

"Well, that's what you are."

"Yeah, I know..." he smiled from ear to ear. "Which reminds me that my mother wants us to get married."

"Oh, really? Don't say."

"Yeah, she wants to be your mother in law."

"Well, then it's a good thing you proposed to me."

"The best decision ever."

"And did you tell her?"

"Of course not, we agreed not to tell anyone yet..."

"I know, I just..."

"What?"

"Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing to tell them..."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. I don't want it to be a secret... we should let everyone know that you are mine forever..."

Justin couldn't help but smile. "Okay, fiancé. The we'll do it."

"Okay then."

"But I really have to go to sleep now. You destroyed me."

"Call me whenever you want to be destroyed again."

"I will. Love you."

"Love you too."

After a long week at work, Brian was finally getting ready for the night out. It felt like ages ago when he had last been at Woody's or Babylon even. And he had to laugh at the thought that not so long ago, he had spent almost every night out, drinking, doing all kinds of drugs and fucking everyone. Now his life compare to that seemed really boring. It seemed straight. But it was not. He wasn't really sure when exactly did it happen, but he no longer had the need to do all those things. Sure, he still wanted to go out with his friends, have a beer, check out the hottest guys... but that was it. Especially now when he and Justin had decided to be monogamous (something he wouldn't believe would happen when he first met him under that street lamp... well, not even a few months ago to be honest) and yeah, get married. But Justin was simply enough for him. Well, he was more than enough. He wanted him. And only him.

Althought he would be lying if he said it was easy. It fucking wasn't. Not that part of being monogamous. That was (surprisingly) very easy. Which is something he never thought he would say. But it was the other part that was hard. The sex part. He just missed sex like crazy. Correction, he really missed sex with Justin.

Fuck. He just missed Justin in general.

They haven't even talked in the last week. Justin was busy. So was he. When one of them called the other, they either didn't answer at all because they didn't have the time, or they just cut it really short. And it was really frustrating.

He just wanted to hear him.

And he really wanted to know when he's gonna see him.

But for now, he decided to just let it all go and have fun for the night. Maybe the fun is going to be different than it used to be. But that's okay. Things change.

He has changed.

But just as he parked in front of Woody's, his phone started buzzing in his pocket. He assumed Michael was calling to find out what the hell was taking him so long. But the name on the screen that made him smile so wide was definitely not Michael's.

Brian immediately pressed the green button.

"Hi, Sunsine," he said softly.

"Hi!" Justin replied in his sweet, excited voice.

"I was just thinking about you," Brian admitted without any hesitation.

"Really?" Justin sounded almost surprised.

As if he could hardly believe Brian was thinking about him. And Brian didn't blame him. After all those years of hiding his feelings behind his mask and deep inside so that Justin wouldn't see or know how much he cared about him, it was no surprise that a little part of him, that had to fight for any sort of attention from Brian, still needed some reassurance that he really is on Brian's mind.

"Yes."

"You think about me often?" Justin asked playfully.

Brian had to laugh, and there was only one answer he could give him. "In case you ever foolishly think otherwise: I am never not thinking about you."

There was silence for a moment, and Brian assumed Justin was probably absorbing his words. He would kill to see the smile on Justin's face right now.

"Good. Because I was beggining to worry that the constant hiccup I have is something serious, but that is just you thinking about me."

"You really are a smartass."

Justin chuckled. "I'm thinking about you too. All the time."

"Well, I don't have a hiccup, but I guess I'll just have to believe you."

"Please," he whispred. "Anyway, I'm really sorry I didn't call you back yesterday... it was a crazy day. Well, the whole week has been crazy. I've had a few meetings... after my last show, people really want my paintings. So it seems that I'm gonna go out of my fucking mind in the next few weeks. But the money is definitely worth it," he laughed.

"What, wow, that's huge, Justin. I'm so proud of you."

And he really was, there was no doubt about that. Justin deserved all the attention because he was amazing and really talented. But a small, well, big part of Brian really hoped he was calling to tell him that he's going to be visiting soon... but that is probably not going to happen now. At least not in the next few weeks.

But Justin needed this. He needed to know how good he really is and that people are dying to have his art hanging on their walls. And Brian knew how happy that must have made him. So if he had to wait for him a little longer it was okay. Hard, but okay.

"Thanks! But enough about me... how are you? God, I really miss you."

"Yeah, me too, Sunshine," his words trailed off as he let the sadness in his heart take control for a moment. "And I'm actually sitting in the car in front of Woody's right now."

"Oh, shit, you should have told me, I don't want to keep you. I can call tomorrow."

"You're not trying to get rid of me, are you?"

"Is that so obvious?" he teased.

"Ouch."

Justin laughed, but then his voice turned serious. "Never. I just want you to enjoy the night."

Brian scoffed. "Yeah, I can just imagine that fun night I am about to have with those three clowns. I'm gonna get bored to death."

"I'm sure it's not going to be that bad," Justin paused. "But if you want to have some fun, well... then I just want you to know that it's okay... that I understand..."

"What are you saying?" Brian was genuinely confused.

"What I'm saying is that I know it's been a pretty long time since your visit, and that if you want to... if you need to, that you can... you know..."

"Are you giving me permission to fuck someone else?" he asked slowly.

"Um, well, yeah."

"Sunshine, I'm starting to think that you don't know how monogamy actually works," he joked.

"Brian, I'm serious. It's been almost a month since we last did it and I'm pretty sure that your right hand already hurts."

"I still have the left one. And don't forget that hot call we had last week..."

"I just don't want you to hate me. You already given me a blessing to stay here and I know how hard it must be for you. So you don't have to be also sexually frustrated because of me."

"When I said I want us to be exclusive, I meant it, Justin."

"I know you did. I meant it, too. I still mean it. But come on, don't tell me you can be without sex so long."

"Why not? You can. So why can't I?" Brian paused for a second. "Unless it's you who is having a problem to be without it... which is too bad for you because I'm not giving you my fucking permission to fuck someone else."

"You really are committed to this, aren't you?"

"I'm committed to you, Sunshine, get used to it," he said jokingly, yet very seriously.

"You never cease to amaze me, Mr. Kinney."

Brian stucked his tongue in his cheek, grinning. Sometimes he couldn't even recognize himself... but he really liked this newly discovered side of himself, that wasn't afraid to say those things.

"Jesus Christ!" Brian shouted suddenly and jumped in his seat as someone knocked loudly on the window.

"What is it?" Justin asked immediately.

"Michael fucking Novotny. Give me a sec," Brian rolled down the window. "Are you nuts? You just gave me a heart attack."

"Oh, don't be a drama queen. Are you planning to sit in this car all night, or will you actually go inside?"

"If you can't tell, I'm on the phone."

"Oh, who is it? No, let me guess... he's blonde, he has blue eyes, a nice ass..."

"You're fucking drunk already?" Brian snapped and could hear Justin laughing.

"Just give me the phone," Michael snatched it from Brian's hand. "Hi, Justin!"

"Oh, Michael, hi!"

"You have to come visit soon. Like seriously. This guy is just miserable without you."

"Okay, that's enough," Brian took the phone back.

"Hey, I wasn't done!" Michael protested.

"Yes, you were. Now give me a minute and go inside."

"Fine. But hurry up. I wanna kick your ass at pool."

"You wish," Brian childishly sticked out his tongue and waited for Michael to leave. "Sorry about that, Sunshine. Michael is... well, Michael."

"It's okay. It was good to hear him. Even if it was only for ten seconds. But It's good to know that he thinks I have a nice ass," he laughed.

"Yeah, I'll have to talk to him about that."

"I would love to hear that," Justin chuckled. "Anyway, you really should go. And have fun. Oh, and I'm taking my permission back. You are not allowed to fuck anyone else."

"Glad to hear that. I'll save it for you."

"Can't wait," Justin whispered playfully. "Bye."

"Bye."

----

It was a night like any other. They were playing pool (Brian was winning, of course), drinking beer (well, Emmett had some weird pink fruity cocktail), discussing work, hot guys, and their lives basically. Only one thing was different this time. Men were hitting on Brian as usual, but Brian turned them down one by one. And it didn't even seem to be that hard for him. Which was odd, to say the least, and the boys noticed, exchanging curious and amused glances the whole time.

Brian almost looked annoyed when another guy came up to him.

"You're fucking hot. I'm really hard just looking at you. Wanna go somewhere private?"

He was his type. Definitely a guy he would normally fuck the shit out of, and just thinking about it would make his dick twitch in his jeans. But not anymore. It was no longer exciting for him. Because every guy has a hole he can stick his dick in... but only Justin has his heart.

"Well, thanks for the offer. But I'm really busy right now, sorry."

"Too bad. If you change your mind, here's my number," the guy slipped a piece of paper into his back pocket and squeezed his ass a little. Brian just raised his eyebrows and his face almost said: 'do that again and I'll break your fucking arm'. But the guy was too amazed by Brian to even notice, and then he left with a wink.

But Michael, Ted, and Emmett couldn't hide their surprised faces.

"Why the fuck are you looking at me like that?" Brian snapped at them.

"It's just that... I mean, are you feeling okay?" Michael asked, genuinely concerned.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Well, you just turned down sex... and not just once... so we're just a little worried, that's all. Is everything okay?"

Brian laughed and rolled his eyes. "Not that it's any of your fucking business, but Justin and I have decided to stop fucking other people."

Ted spat out his drink, Emmett just opened his mouth in disbelief so wide that it almost looked like he was about to suck a huge dick and Michael really struggled to find the words.

"Um... what? Are you serious? I mean... how... w-why?"

Brian was completely amused by their reaction. He couldn't wait to tell Justin what expressions they had on their faces.

"Don't bite your tongue, Mikey."

"I'm just in shock."

"Yeah, I can see that," he laughed.

"I mean, wow! How the hell did he manage to convince you?"

"He didn't have to convince me. I wanted to."

"You? Brian Kinney - I fuck everything that moves? You, of all people, who despise the word monogamy, because you think it's something only straight people do, wanted to? You hate straight people!"

"Yeah, I do," he replied with his duh voice. "But people change. I have changed."

"I know! But this? I just want you to be sure that you're doing it because you really want to and not for..."

"For Justin?" Brian raised an eyebrow.

"Well, yes. Because the last time you wanted to change who you are for him was before the wedding, and it was one of the reasons you canceled it."

"Trust me, Michael, this time I'm doing exactly what I wanna do. I'm done fucking nameless tricks because I have everything I need in Justin. And since you brought it up... we're actually getting married," Brian grinned.

"I think I'm gonna have a heart attack," Ted muttered.

"Just breath, baby," Emmett whispered to him.

"WHAT?" Michael exclaimed. "How? I mean, when? When did that happen?"

"Almost a month ago. When I was in New York to see him."

"A month? You've known for a month and you haven't said anything?"

"I'm saying it now."

"I'm your best friend! You should have told me you wanted to propose to him again."

"Well, actually, it was Justin who proposed to me."

"Yeah, I'm definitely having a heart attack," Ted sat down on a stool.

"I'm gonna order us something stronger," Emmett headed for the bar.

"Now could you please stop being a fucking drama princess and be happy for me, Michael?"

"I am happy for you! It's just that... I wish you'd told me sooner. That's all."

"Well, I need you to be my best man, so... everything is forgiven?"

Michael's upset face slowly softened. "Really?"

"Of course, Mikey. But if you don't want to, maybe Ted will be happy to take your place."

"I want to!"

"Good," Brian smiled and hugged Michael.

"Four shots of vodka, get ready, gentlemen," Emmett came with a smile and handed them to them.

"Brian Kinney, getting married, who would have thought," Ted smiled proudly at Brian. "I wish you two the best."

"Thanks, Theodore."

"I'm so happy for you two," Emmett teared up a little. "I will help you plan the best wedding ever. With the golden gardenias that Justin wanted so much. And of course the bachelor party, I have so many ideas already," he excitedly clapped his hands.

"I knew I could count on you," Brian said, amused.

"Well, there is only one thing left to say: Congratulations!" Michael raised his glass.

Brian, Emmett and Ted did the same, and they all downed their shots of vodka.

"My mother will lose her mind," Michael laughed.

"Oh, no. You can't tell her," Brian protested immediately.

"What? Why?"

"Because Justin's mother doesn't know yet, and we wanna tell her and Debbie in person together. Well, we actually planned to tell them first, but it's a little late for that now. But if Debbie finds out, then Jennifer will find out too. And that can't happen."

Ted burst out laughing. "Good luck with that."

"Yeah, I'm sorry to tell you this, but Michael's big mouth and Debbie's ability to know when someone isn't telling her something just won't go well with your plan," Emmett chuckled.

Michael scoffed. "Please. I can do this," the three of them look at him with raised eyebrows. "I can!" he tried to convince them as much as he tried to convince himself.

"You are so screwed," Emmett turned to Brian.

Brian sighed heavily. "Do your best, Michael. Because if Mother Taylor finds out before Justin tells her, I'm a dead man, and so are you."

Michael smiled nervously, but nodded.

"Now let's go to Babylon. I wanna dance," Brian said excitedly.

----

Brian stumbled home around 3 AM. He toed off his shoes and slowly began to undress on his way to the bedroom, losing his clothes behind him. He reeked of booze, cigarettes, and sweat. But he was too drunk and too tired to take a shower. So he made a mental note to change the sheets tomorrow, and he got under the covers. He looked at the ceiling, the room was spinning a little.

A long sigh escaped his lips as he wished Justin was right next to him. The loft was so quiet. He hated it. He missed Justin's snoring. He missed how Justin always pressed himself against him to get warm. He even missed how little space he had because Justin couldn't stay on his side of the bed.

Now he hated how much space he had.

But what he hated the most were the mornings, the few seconds right after waking up, when he forgot that Justin was in New York. Every morning he reached out, searching for his body... and only when he felt the cold sheet he realized. And it was painful. Every damn time.

He knew Justin is where he needs to be, doing what he loves... but every once in a while Brian selfishly wished that he would choose to come back. That he would choose him over New York. He would never tell him that... but that was the truth.

He just wished to see his face every morning for the rest of their lives.

But he was still happy. He was happy to have him in his life. Happy to be engaged to him.

And he needed Justin to know.

So he found his phone and dialed Justin's number.

"Yeah?" Justin asked sleepily. "Brian, what time is it?"

"Sorry, I just... I want you to know that I'm really happy... and that I love you."

"Brian, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, Sunshine, everything's fine. Now go back to sleep."

"Wait..."

"Yes?"

"I love you too."

Brian smiled and closed his eyes. "I know you do. Good night."

"Good night, Brian," Justin whispered softly.

As expected, Brian woke up with a really bad hangover. He could barely open his eyes, it felt as if his head was about to explode. Shit. What a night. He really thought he's going to get bored to death, but as it turned out, he certainly couldn't be further from the truth. He danced the shit out of himself. And the boys really made sure that his engagement was properly celebrated. Althought he could barely remember what they were actually doing... or how he even got home. Michael probably drove him. Or Ted...



He sat up and almost fell right back, but he managed to keep his balance. He smelled really bad. That said, he really needed to change those sheets. But first shower, that was definitely needed, though he wasn't sure if his legs would listen to him. Or that he won't throw up if he tries to get up.



But he knew that he would definitely throw up if he didn't take a shower.



So he took it slowly and with every bit of his strenght he managed to get into the shower and get himself clean. And he didn't womit, so that was a really big plus.



But just as he was wrapping a towel around his waist, he heard the sound of the door opening. And he knew right away that Michael fucked up. Big time. Because there was only one person who could be barging in at this hour.



Debbie.



Hell, he wouldn't be even surprised if Jennifer was with her.



"I'm gonna kill you, Michael," he muttered under his breath and went to face the inevitable.



Pinching the bridge of his nose, he tried to come up with something for his defense, but he could only sigh. He's never telling Michael anything ever again.



"Listen, before you start yelling..." he began, but then froze right on the spot when he finally looked at the person standing in the middle of his living room. "You're not Debbie..."



"Well, the last time I checked, I wasn't," Justin chuckled.



Brian just stared at him in disbelief for a few seconds. He wasn't that hungover. Or was he?



And Justin just raised his eyebrows in amusement. "Yes, Brian, I'm really here," he said with a smile, assuming what Brian was probably thinking.



And only then Brian finally let out the breath he didn't know he was holding in. His heart was racing. His legs were shaking.



Then he finally took the few steps toward Justin and closed the distance between them. He brushed the back of his fingers against his cheek and then ran them through Justin's hair, making sure he was real.



"Kiss me already," Justin whispered heavily with a smile.



Brian licked his lips and his eyes lit up. Then he cupped Justin's face and began moving closer until their faces were just inches apart. He only stopped to look at him, glancing between his eyes and lips, as if he was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Well, he was.



Then he finally pressed their lips together. Kissing him deeply yet very gently. He was completely melting into that kiss, into Justin, grabbing him by his hair, holding him tight and close, showing him how hungry he was for him as their tongues battled. Showing him how much he had missed him. He just couldn't get enough of him. Of his taste, of his skin, of his touch. He never wanted to stop kissing him.



But the need for air was eventually stronger than them. They pressed their foreheads together, smiling, with their eyes locked and their arms still wrapped tightly around each other. Brian couldn't believe it, it was like a dream he didn't want to end.



"What are you doing here?" he finally asked.



"You called me."



"What?" Brian was confused for a bit.



"You don't remember? You were saying that you're happy and that you love me..."



Brian sighed, closing his eyes. "Oh my God. I really did that," he was more stating than asking.



"Yes, you did," Justin chuckled. "And you scared me a little. So here I am."



"Wait, don't tell me you flew here because of my drunk night call?"



"No."



Brian sighed with relief. "Thank God."



"I drove here."



"What? You're kidding me, right?"



"Nope," he smiled widely.



"You fucking drove here for five hours in the middle of the night?"



"Four, actually. The traffic is really great at night."



"You're crazy."



"Yeah, well," he shrugged. "When your fiancé calls you drunk in the middle of the night, telling you he loves you, it's really hard to think straight. Especially when you hear in his voice how much he misses you."



Brian's lips curled into a half-smile and he had to blink a few times because otherwise he was sure his eyes would fill with tears. And the lump in his throat was really annoying.



He even forgot to breath for a moment.



"I just had to come see you and make sure you're okay with my own eyes, because I know you wouldn't tell me the thruth, even if you were dying here."



"But you have work, Justin..."



"I know. But you are more important right now. But..." he paused for a second. "I'm here just for a day. I have to go back tonight. It's just that have to finish two paintings by Monday and I haven't even started yet, so..."



It was like a stab into his heart, but then he remembered that this was more than what he had just minutes ago, when he was sure Justin wouldn't be visiting for at least another few weeks. So he didn't complain.



"You really drove here just to spend a few hours with me?"



"Of course, Brian. Maybe I chose to stay in New York... but you are and always will be my priority."



"You're such a twat," he laughed a little, his heart basically beating out of his chest.



Justin beamed. "You see, when it comes to you, Mr. Kinney, nothing can stop me."



Brian bit his lip as he couldn't help but smile. This kid has completely stole his heart a turned his life upside down in the best possible way.



He rested his forehead against his, playing with his hair. "I really thought I wouldn't see you for God knows how long."



"I told you I'd always make time. Even if only for a few hours. Because every minute with you is worth it."



Brian chuckled softly and took a deep breath. "Well, then I think we should really make this day worth it."



"Oh, yeah?" Justin raised his eyebrow.



"Uh-hmm. Tell me... why do you still have your clothes on?" He asked heavily with his lips on Justin's ear, making him shiver.



"Because somebody didn't take them off yet," he teased.



"What an ass."



They both smiled. And Brian kept staring at him for a few more seconds. God. He was so beautiful. Every time he looked at him he just took his breath away.



Then he kissed him again, but slowly, just teasing him, tracing his lips with the tip of his tongue, tasting him. And when he couldn't wait any longer, he simply plunged his tongue deep into Justin's mouth, kissing him as if his life depended on it. It was rough and bruising. Exactly the way they both liked it.



Meanwhile, Justin's hands slid down Brian's sides and unwrapped the towel he had around his waist, releasing his hard cock. He played with it real slow, stroking him, rubbing the swollen head. Brian groaned, even whimpered into his mouth. It had been almost a month since he had last felt someone else's hand on his dick than his own. So he was insanely sensitive.



The next thing Justin knew was that Brian was taking off his jacket and pulling his shirt over his head. He nuzzled into Justin's neck, kissing and licking him, tasting the salt of sweat on his skin. Smelling him. He smelled so good. Brian had always loved the way he smelled and tasted.



Then his hands and mouth began to travel his blond's body. His tongue slid down his neck to his chest. He licked his hard nipples, swirled them around in his mouth, nibbled them, suck them until Justin gasped. He traced his ribs and sides with his fingers. He ran his tongue down Justin's stomach, and suddenly he was on his knees, popping the buttons of Justin's jeans. Only Justin had the power to do that - to drive him to his knees.



Brian looked up so he could see the lust in Justin's eyes and began to pull down his jeans and boxers until they slid right under his perfect ass. Justin slightly opened his mouth, his breathing increased. Then Brian finally took his throbbing dick in his hand and closed his fingers around it. He stroked it a few times, turning Justin on even more.



With a flat tongue, he licked the underside of his cock from his balls to the sensitive head like an ice pop, and finally he swallowed him whole down his throat. He just wanted to have his dick in his mouth as deep as possible, taste him and choke on him. It made Justin scream and beg at the same time.



"Fuck, Brian," Justin moaned, his eyes rolled back into his head.



Brian glanced at him again, enjoying the view, still having him deep inside his mouth, tasting his leaking precum. Justin shoved his hands roughly into his hair and held him still as he began to thrust into his mouth. Brian's eyes almost watered. Justin's dick was so bick and swollen, but he took him whole. But the moment he saw and felt Justin was about to cum, he immediately stopped him, making him sigh in frustration.



"No yet, Sunshine," he kissed and licked his way up his body back to his lips. "I want you to come with my throbbing cock inside your tight little ass," with that he kissed him hungirly.



"Then fuck me!" Justin grabbed the back of his head and licked his neck. Brian groaned.



Then they somehow managed to get into the bedroom. Justin immediately lay down on the bed on his back. Brian helped him get completely naked by taking off those jeans and boxers while looking deep into each other's eyes and laughing together.



Brian took his time, just watching Justin on the bed, naked, with his hard dick pointing straight up his belly. He chewed on his lip, wanting to do everything with and to Justin.



The blond loved the way he was looking at him, and he decided to give him something better to watch. So he grabbed his dick, stroking himself, moaning, while he was looking deep into Brian's eyes.



"Jesus," Brian whispered, his cock was now leaking too. "You're so fucking hot."



Justin smiled, licking his lips. And Brian knew he couldn't just watch anymore, so he climed on the bed and covered Justin with his body, their hard coks were touching and rubbing against each other. Brian pined his hands above his head and kissed his neck, sucking and nibbling it, marking his territory.



"Brian," Justin moaned. "I really need you inside me."



Brian smiled and looked into his eyes. "Tell me how much you need me inside you," he whispered huskily.



"So much that it hurts."



"Oh, Sunshine," he stroked his cheek and traced his lips with his index finger. "Then we should probably do something about it."



Brian reached for the bedside table, opened the drawer, and pulled out a condom and a lube.



"Put it on me," he said with a smile.



Justin giggled and took the condom from his hand. He tore the package open with his teeth and wrapped his fingers around Brian's cock, rolling the condom down his length. Brian gasped, his eyes darkened.



Then he put Justin's legs on his shoulders and squeezed the lube on his hole. Justin hissed, it was really cold, but he knew it would warm up. They were both so horny and excited. It had "only" been a month since they had last touched each other, but it seemed like an eternity.



Then Brian finally pressed the tip of his cock against Justin's opening, just gently rubbing it, waiting for Justin to relax, so he wouldn't hurt him. And when he felt he was opening, he started pushing in. Inch by inch, until his whole dick was inside Justin. They both gasped with their eyes closed. And everything just went numb, except for that amazing sensation.



"Fuck," Brian growled. "You're so tight."



Justin squeezed his ass even tighter, making Brian's cock twitch inside him. And that feeling made Brian crazy. He immediately began to move his hips, thrusting deep into Justin.



"Oh god," Justin moaned as Brian's dick hit his prostate in the right way. "I've missed this so much," he kissed him hungirly.



Brian smiled and wrapped his fingers around Justin's erection, knowing he wouldn't last long, because it just felt too good, and while his cock was quickly sliding in and out of Justin, he stroked him. Justin dig his nails into Brian's back, his toes curled. And before he realized it he shot his load all over Brian's chest. Two more thrusts later Brian buried himself deep inside him and came as well, moaning his name.



----



"I think I need another shower," Brian laughed, stroking Justin's hair. "I have your cum all over me."



"No, you don't. You look hot. And you smell hot. Like sex and sweat," the blond smiled, licking his lips.



Brian rolled his lips into his mouth. "You like it when I'm sweaty and sticky, huh?"



"No. I love when you're sweaty and sticky."



"Then I don't think I'll ever shower again."



Justin laughed and traced Brian's chest with his index finger. "You know, this was actually our first sex after getting engaged," Justin pointed out.



"Oh," Brian smiled. "Then it's a good thing it was really hot sex."



Justin nodded, smiling. Then he just looked at him, biting his lip, wondering how he got so lucky. Because everything he ever wanted was right in front of him.



"What is it, Sunshine?" Brian arched his brow. "What are you thinking about?"



"About how I can't wait to finally marry you."



Brian chuckled and pulled him closer for a kiss. "Me too," he whispered, nuzzling him. "Which kind of reminds me..."



"What?"



"We should probably pay a visit to your mom. And Debbie..."



"Why?"



"Um, well, let's just say the reason I got drunk yesterday was that I kind of told Michael and the boys about us getting engaged."



"What?" he exclaimed. "You did?"



Brian scrunched his nose. "Are you mad?"



"Uh... no," he smiled. "I mean, if my mom finds out before I tell her, she's going to kill me, but... I'm glad you told them. It feels more real when someone other than us knows."



"It does, right?" he stroked his cheek. "I mean, Michael kinda freaked out at first, but then he calmed down and... well, he's more than happy to be my best man," Brian grinned.



"You've already asked him?"



"Well, yeah. Why wait? And I mean there really wasn't much to ask... he's like a brother to me, I wouldn't want anyone else to be my best man. I can't even imagine getting married without him."



"Well, then I'm glad he said yes, because otherwise I would kick his ass."



Brian laughed and kissed his hand. "I would marry you even if he said no. I would even marry you on a desert island without anyone else present."



"Are you saying we should elope?" Justin smiled playfully.



"That would definitely be fun. But I'm pretty sure Debbie would find us and kill us... so that's probably out of the question."



"Not just Debbie, my mom too."



"Yeah. So I guess we're going to have a big ass wedding with vows and everything."



"Vows?" Justin was a bit surprised. "You want vows?"



"Uh," Brian cleared his throat. "I mean... we don't have to... I just assumed that... I don't know, that you might want them, but... that's probably stupid and we don't need them, so... forget it," Brian shrugged, trying to look like it wasn't a big deal.



"Brian?"



"Yeah?" he looked at him and blushed a little.



"We may not need them, but I want them. So you better start thinking about what you'll write in yours," he winked at him.



Brian sighed, pretending to be annoyed. "Well," he quickly rolled Justin onto his back and pinned him to the bed. "I already know one thing I'll write in my vow... that I'll suck you every chance I get for the rest of our lives," his hand slowly slid down to Justin's cock, stroking him.



"Hmm," Justin moaned. "That's a really good start."



"Thought so. You're already getting hard, young man. Again."



"It's really easy with you. You have magic hands. Too bad we don't have much time since we have to go see Debbie and my mom."



"Oh, Sunshine, don't you know I also have a really magic mouth and tongue? It'll be quick, I promise."



"Well, if you say so," Justin chuckled, and Brian immeditaly showed him how magic his mouth really was.



----



An hour later, they parked in front of Debbie's house. Justin had already called his mother to meet them there, she could barely hold back her tears as they talked on the phone, knowing her son was in town, so Justin couldn't even imagine how emotional she would be once they tell her about the engagement. He was excited and nervous at the same time. And Brian as well. Debbie was the closest thing he had to a mom. And even though he wasn't some weepy lesbian, this made him nervous as hell for some reason.



"We should probably go inside. I mean, we can't just sit here all day," Brian said, laughing a little, because somehow they didn't want to get out of the car.



"I know. I just... it's been almost five months since I last saw them, and now I'm about to give them a heart attack, so I'm just a little nervous, I guess," he chuckled.



"Well, maybe they will have a heart attack, but look on the bright side, before that they'll get the best news ever," Brian grinned.



"Good point," he laughed. "They're actually very lucky."



"Exactly. So... are we going?"



"Yeah," Justin nodded. "Let's do it."



Under different circumstances, they would just let themselves in, but this time they decided to knock and wait. Or rather Justin did, if it was up to Brian, he would just barge in. But he knew it was better to listen to his fiancé. And it wasn't long before the door quickly opened. Justin didn't even say hello, and Jennifer and Debbie were already crushing him in their arms.



"I can't breathe!" he gasped for air.



"Christ. Could you not kill him?" Brian looked at them amused.



"Mom, please!" Justin tried again.



"I'm sorry, honey, but I'm just really happy to see you," she teared up a little. "You look so nice."



"Thanks," he smiled.



"But you're so thin!" Debbie exclaimed. "Do you even eat?"



"He does, trust me," Brian winked at her.



"Well, he should try to eat some of his proteins off a plate."



"Oh, I really don't need to hear that," Jennifer blushed.



"Come on, Mother Taylor, don't be such a prude," Brian rolled his lips into his mouth and smiled. "And give me a hug."



Jennifer got on her toes and pulled him into her arms. "I'm happy to see you too, Brian."



Then they all went inside and sat down at the table. Debbie served them coffee and some lemon bars. And of course she and Jennifer started asking Justin a million questions, basically talking over each other.



"Oh, Sunshine, I'm so glad you're here. Are you doing okay? How's New York? How's work? How's everything?" Debbie was curious.



"Um, yeah, I'm doing okay, Deb, thanks for asking. And New York's great, work too, really, I mean, I miss you all so much, but I know I'm exactly where I need to be right now, doing what I love."



"You have no idea how sad I was when I heard that you've decided to stay there. But if you're happy there, then that's all that matters."



"Thanks, Deb," he smiled, but then he felt that Brian's leg was bouncing under the table, so he put his hand on it to calm him down. Brian immediately intertwined their fingers.



"Why didn't you call you were coming?"



"It was a totaly spontaneous decision, Mom," Justin looked at Brian and smiled. Brian squeezed his hand.



"And how long are you staying?"



"Um, well, not long... Actually, I have to go back tonight."



"What?" Debbie squealed. "You just got here."



"I know, I know... and I'm really sorry, but I have a lot work to do. If I could, I'd stay longer, trust me," he looked at Brian again, who smiled at him with his sad eyes.



"Well, then I'm surprised you're even here instead of staying in the loft and fucking," Debbie pointed out.



"Deb!" Justin laughed.



"Oh god," Jennifer sighed.



"We would be probably doing just that, but there's a reason we came here to talk to you," Brian began. "We have some news."



"What is it?" Jennifer asked immeditaley.



"Well," Justin took a deep breath.



"Christ, you're making me fucking nervous. Spit it out," Debbie demanded.



"Um, well... Brian and I..."



"Oh no. Don't tell me you broke up," Debbie's eyes widened.



"What? No!" Justin shook his head.



"Then what? Is it bad? Oh, it's bad, isn't it? How bad?"



"Jesus, could you stop talking for a second?" Brian snapped. "We haven't broke up, no one is dying, nothing bad is happening..."



"Like Brian said, it's nothing bad," Justin reassured them.



"So what is it? Talk, honey," Jennifer smiled, waiting.



"Okay. So, Brian and I... we... we are... uh," he laughed nervously. "We are..."



"We're getting married. Surprise," Brian grinned from ear to ear.



"Like he said," Justin grinned in the same way.



And Debbie with Jennifer were completele stunned. It took them a moment to take in what they had just heard.



"Are you okay?" Justin asked carefully. "Do you need water or something?"



"I'm just waiting for the cameras to appear," Debbie replied.



"We're being serious, Deb," Justin said.



"You better be, because otherwise I will smack you both," she started to tear up. "You're actually serious?"



"Yes!" they both said at once.



"Oh my god," Debbie immediately stood up and went to kiss them both on the cheek. "You're not pregnant, are you?" she looked at Justin.



"Uh, n-no," he was confused.



"Well, I have really good sperm," Brian smiled smugly. "But not that good."



They laughed, but then Justin finally realized that his mother hadn't said a word yet. "Mom? Are you... are you okay?"



"Um, yeah, I'm just," in that moment she basically burst into tears. "I'm so happy and shocked and happy and... oh my god... you're really getting married?"



"Yeah, we are, Mom," he smiled and took her hand.



"Oh my god. I can't believe it. When did you propose?" she looked at Brian.



"Oh, well, I didn't. It was actually Justin who proposed."



"What?" Jennifer and Debbie exclaimed at once.



"Yeah, it was me. When Brian visited me in New York, I just had to do it," he smiled.



"Wait, what? You proposed in New York? You mean that..."



"Yeah, mom, when you called me and said that you wish for us to get married, we were already engaged. I just wasn't ready to tell you... we wanted to keep it to ourselves for a while. I hope you understand."



"Oh, honey, I'm just really happy for you. For both of you," she looked at Brian. "Guess I'm finally going to be your mother-in-law."



"Guess so," Brian smiled. "Couldn't ask for a better one."



"Oh, come here. Both of you," she stood up and tightly hugged them both at once.



"Thanks, Mother Taylor," Brian kissed her on the cheek.



And once she was done hugging them, Brian pulled Justin into his arms and kissed him on the forehead. "See, no heart attack," he whispered. "Just happy tears."



Justin smiled back, running his hand up and down Brian's back.



----



"Well, that went... well," Brian laughed as he closed the loft door behind them.



"Yeah," Justin smiled at him. "They're probably planning the whole wedding right now."



"I wouldn't be surprised," Brian leaned against the door, eyeing him from head to toe, and the blond was obviously enjoying it. "I wanted to fuck you the whole time we were there."



"Really?" he asked with a teasing smile.



"Yeah, really," Brian's eyed darkened. "Come here," he said huskily.



Justin smiled and bit his lip, then he closed the distance between them. His body pressed into Brian's and he immediately could feel his cock getting hard, so he began to gently rub his crotch against his.



"You up for one more?" Brian asked, already unbottoning Justin's jeans.



"Always," Justin licked his lips and gave Brian a deep kiss.



And Brian immedaitely took his ass hard and fast right there against the metal door. They came together, screaming each other's name, and collapsed on the bed, completely exhausted.



"Wow," Justin breathed out, his heart was still pounding. "That was..."



"I know," Brian agreed. "Hot as fuck," he rolled onto his side, watching Justin's naked body covered in sweat. "Okay, I definitely love when you're sweaty, too."



Justin chuckled and rolled onto his side as well. They were just looking at each other, smiling.



But suddenly Brian's face got serious. "I've been thinking..."



"Oh, that's always a dangerous sign," he laughed.



"Well, there's something we should talk about."



"Shit. You're serious."



"I am."



"You're scaring me. What's going on?"



"I don't how to say this, but..."



"Brian," Justin moved closer to him, his face was worried. "What is it? Tell me."



"Okay, but it's huge and I don't want you to freak out or anything."



"I am already freaking out!"



"Well, then I'm just gonna say it."



"Please!"



"Uh-uh," Brian cleared his throat. "Will you, um... will you keep your last name or will you take mine?" he bit his lip, trying not to laugh.



And Justin just opened his mouth, ready to strangle him. "Do you realize that you just scared the shit out of me?"



"Well?" Brian arched his brows, waiting for his answer.



"I... I don't know. I haven't really thought about it yet."



"Then you better start... I mean, Justin Kinney sounds kind of hot, don't you think?"



"Well, it does," Justin ran his fingers through his hair. "And I'll definitely think about it," he whispered and grazed his earlobe with his teeth. "But now..."



"What?"



"I want to go out. To Babylon and dance."



"Uh, I would love that too, but it's getting late, Justin. And I'd feel a lot better if you didn't drive in the middle of the night again."



"Are you trying to get rid off me?"



"Never."



"Good. Because I'll stay the night."



"What? Justin, you can't. You said it yourself, you have to finish two paintings by Monday and it's Saturday."



"And I'll finish them, even if I have to stay up all night tomorrow... but this night I'm going to spend with you. So I really hope you don't have a problem with that, Mr. Kinney," he smiled widely.



Brian took a deep breath and pressed his forehead against Justin's. "Well, then I guess we're going to Babylon."

Justin's body moved in perfect sync with the music right under the spotlight, his lips curled into a small smile, his eyes closed, and he looked absolutely amazing. Brian couldn't look away. He watched him from the bar, just enjoying the sight. He still couldn't believe that this beautiful blond is going to be his husband. His husband. If someone had told him this all those years ago when he took him home for the first time, he would have laughed and probably asked them what drug they are on. But now... now he couldn't even imagine spending the rest of his life without him. He loved him more than he thought was possible. And he wanted to marry him more than anything.

He was done being the stud of Liberty Avenue, now he just wanted to be the man Justin deserved. And he was ready to give him anything to make him happy.

Brian finished the rest of his beer as the song finally came to an end. Justin opened his eyes, but his little smile remained firmly in place. And Brian's eyes were still fixed on him as the blond slowly walked over to him.

"Are you planning to sit here all night, old man?" Justin asked, his arms crossed.

"Did you just call me old?" Brian arched his brows, his lips tightly pressed together.

"Well, that depends - are you going to dance with your fiancé or not?" Justin smiled from ear to ear.

"I think I should just spank you, you little twat."

Justin chuckled and pressed against Brian's body. "You know how much pain turns me on," he bit his lip.

"You're a little devil," Brian smiled and deeply kissed his delicious lips. "I think I'd just rather take you to the backroom. It's been a long time since we've fucked there."

"One song. Then you can fuck me. Please," he tried his puppy eyes. "Don't make me ask that guy over there to dance with me," Justin nodded at some random guy.

Brian sighed a little. "Okay. One song."

"That's all I want," Justin playfully bit his chin.

Hand in hand, they made their way to the dance floor and pressed their bodies together, holding each other close as they moved and swayed to the thumping music, forgetting the world around them. Soon their lips danced together as well in pasionate kisses. Their happiness was almost touchable.

"Our first dance is going to be so epic," Brian smiled, his forehead pressed against Justin's.

"I know. Almost as epic as our prom dance."

Brian pulled away a little and looked at him. "Wait, you..."

"No. I still don't remember. But Daphne has told me about it so many times it's almost as if I did."

The look on Brian's face everytime they talk about that night was something that was almost unbearable to see. They were both affected by what happened, but Justin couldn't even imagine how hard it must have been for Brian to witness it all.

"Brian," Justin whispered, stroking his cheek with his thumb. "It's been a long time. And I'm okay. We're okay. That's all that matters."

"I know. I just wish that..."

Justin put a finger on Brian's lips. "Don't do this to yourself. I'm okay, Brian. And we're going to have a epic dance on our wedding day that I'll definitely never forget."

Brian nodded with a smile and gently kissed his forehead. Then he pulled him close again and Justin rested his head on Brian's chest. And they ended up dancing for much longer than just one song.

"Shit," Brian sighed.

"What's wrong?"

"Well, it seems like we're going to have to leave the backroom for later."

"Why?" Justin was confused.

"Because you're about to have a little reunion with three clowns," Brian nodded at the bar.

Justin immediately turned around and smiled broadly as he saw Michael, Ted, and Emmett waving at them with surprised and excited expressions on their faces. Justin basically ran to them almost as if they hadn't seen each other for years. Brian had to roll his eyes, he just wanted Justin all to himself since he knew he didn't have much time left with him, but at the same time he had to smile, seeing how happy Justin looked.

"I can't believe my eyes! Are you really here?" Michael hugged him.

"Yes, Michael, I'm here," he chuckled, then he turned to hug Ted. "Ted, hi! I'm so glad to see you."

"Me too, Justin. You look great."

"Thanks! Oh, Em!"

"Sweetie, oh my god, I'm gonna cry, come here," Emmett pulled him into his arms and kissed him on the cheek longer than Brian liked.

"Okay, that's enough," Brian growled and unwrapped Emmett's arms from Justin.

"Mr. Possessive," Emmett frowned at Brian. "Oh, I can't believe you're really here. I've missed you so much, baby."

"Me too, Em. All of you. How are you guys?"

"The better question is, how are you! Is New York treating you well? And what about men - are they hot?" Emmett smiled.

"Um, I'm good and New York is just amazing. And men - well, they're hot, so I really think you should come for a visit and check them out," Justin winked at him.

"Yeah? That would be so great and we could go shopping and everything," he clapped happily.

"Yeah, Em, anything you want. You're always welcome."

"Well, I am in a happy relationship with Blake, but can I tag along?" Ted chuckled.

"Always," Justin smiled. "The same goes for you, Michael. You can bring Ben."

"Sunshine, do you realize that if you invite everyone from Pittsbugh to come visit you, you won't have much time for me?" Brian arched his brow.

"Don't be so jealous," Michael laughed.

"Yeah, we have a right to spend time with him, too," Emmett said, sticking out his tongue.

"Go use that tongue on someone's ass," Brian replied and put his arm around Justin's shoulders.

"When did you even get here?" Ted was curious.

"Early in the morning."

"Wait, don't tell me you're here because my mother found out about your engagement. Because I haven't told her anything! I promise," Michael panicked a little.

"Don't worry, Mikey. You've managed to keep our secret for almost twenty-four hours, so I'm really proud of you," Brian laughed. "But it's not a secret anymore, we told her and Jennifer today."

"Thank God!" Michael sighed with relief. "It was so damn hard."

They all laughed and ordered themselves drinks. The boys were obviously very curious about Justin's life in New York, basically interrogating him the whole time. At first, Brian wanted to save him and just take him home, but eventually he realized that Justin really enjoyed it, he had that spark in his eyes when he talked about how much he loves his life in New York and fulfilling his big dream. Brian was without a doubt so proud of him and really happy for him. But again, there was this small selfish part of him that wished Justin hated it there. He just wanted him back home. And he really hated how much he took him for granted when Justin was still living in Pittsburgh. He wasted so much time trying to hide his feelings for him.

But the most important thing was that no matter how difficult their future may be, they will make it work. Nothing can stop them. Nothing can break the bond they share.

"I'm so sad you can't stay longer. Next time you have to come for at least a week. After all, we have to plan your wedding," Emmett smiled enthusiastically. "You will be a bautiful bride."

Justin laughed, "Thanks, Em."

"I think I'm speaking for all of us when I say I'm really curious when you're planning that big day?" Michael arched his brows.

"Uh, well," Justin looked at Brian. "We haven't really talked about it yet."

"Then you better start!" Emmett exclaimed. "I mean, the wedding date is just the beginning, you have to pick the venue, select the caterer, choose the color theme, hire a photographer, band, DJ, florist... not to mention, plan your bachelor party and your honeymoon. What's your budget?"

Brian and Justin just blinked a few times with their mouth slightly open.

"How about we start with something simpler, like making a guest list?" Justin suggested.

Emmett sighed deeply. "Oh, Sunshine, we have a lot of work to do."

"Good luck, you two," Ted laughed.

Brian took a deep breath, "Just don't drive us crazy, okay, Honeycutt?"

Emmett grinned, "Don't worry, Bri. This wedding will be perfect."

----

"I'm really sorry we didn't make it to the backroom," Justin laughed, kissing Brian on the neck.

"Well, I'm not. I'm just glad we got out of there. Emmett is crazy."

"He's just trying to help and he's a little enthusiastic about it," Justin moved his hand up Brian's thigh, close to his crotch.

"Uh," Brian moaned. "I'm driving, Justin."

"I know," he traced his ear with the the tip of his tongue. "And I'm just playing... with your cock."

"Fuck," he moaned again as Justin started rubbing him over his jeans. "You really love adrenaline, don't you?"

Justin chuckled. "Well, what can I say? It makes me horny," he circled his thumb around the head of Brian's cock.

"I can see that," Brian inhaled through his nose and tilted his head slightly, trying really hard to keep his eyes open.

"You're so fucking hard," Justin whispered into his ear.

Brian groaned. "God, fuck, you have to stop, I can't..."

"You usually beg me not to stop," he smirked.

"Well, trust me, I don't want you to, but I would love to get us home safely, so..."

Justin sighed. "Fine, fine."

"You can finish it when we get home," Brian bit his lip, feeling how painfully hard he was.

"Can't wait," he smiled. "You know, Emmett may be a little crazy, but he's right about one thing... we should really start planning the whole thing. I mean, we don't even have a date yet. Do we want a summer wedding or a winter wedding?"

"Well, if we don't want our dicks to freeze before our wedding night then I think a winter wedding isn't a good idea."

"Good point. And a summer wedding sucks, too. I mean, I don't want to sweat all day."

"Well, that leaves us with spring and fall."

"I love fall, but there is something really romantic about spring," he smiled dreamily.

"Okay, then it's going to be a spring wedding, I guess."

"Yeah?" Justin looked at him excitedly.

"Yeah, I like that too."

Justin almost jumped on him to kiss the hell out of him, but stopped himself at the last second. No matter how much he loved adrenaline, he really didn't want to be in a car accident. But he was so fucking happy, the smile on his lips was just huge.

"God. I can't believe it's really happening. Do you think we're crazy?"

"Maybe, but who cares," Brian shrugged. "I mean, it's something we want, right?"

"Hell yes! I've wanted it since the first day I met you."

Brian chuckled. "Well, it may have taken me a little longer, but... right now I just want to say 'I do' already and be your husband. I don't care about anything else."

"Damn, Mr. Kinney. You must really love me," he smiled playfully.

Brian turned his head to look at him, his face completely serious. "You have no idea."

Justin took a deep breath and shifted closer to him, resting his head on Brian's shoulder. "I think I do," he whispered. "I love you the same."

Smiling from ear to ear they entered the elevator, and for the first time in his life, Brian was really glad that the old piece of shit was so slow. He immediately pushed Justin against the wall, his beautiful blue eyes were hooded with lust. Brian pressed his hard cock to Justin's and began to explore his sensitive neck with his tongue. Justin let out a soft moan and titled his head.

"How come we've never fucked in this elevator?" Brian smiled unzipping Justin's fly.

"Because our neighbours would probably call the police."

"Fuck them. They'd be lucky to watch us. A they would desperately want to be us."

"You mean that old lady on the first floor? Or that hetero couple that barely says hello?"

"All of them," Brian laughed.

"Uh-huh. Well, I'm sorry to tell you this, but I think we would just spend the night in jail."

"And here I thought you loved adrenaline. Just ten minutes ago, you almost made me crash my car because you wanted to play with my cock."

"That's a fair point," Justin smiled playfully. "And we can definitely put fucking in the elevator on our bucket list, but I think I'd rather let you fuck me in bed today."

"Well, your wish is my command."

----

"I'm so happy you're here," Brian smiled, his head on Justin's sweaty chest. "God, I love the sound of your heart. It beats so fast."

"Well, I just had one hell of an orgasm, so..." he pointed out. "But orgasm or not, my heart always beats fast when I'm with you."

Brian raised his head a little and looked at him. "We're really ridiculously romantic, aren't we?" he laughed.

Justin chuckled softly. "Definitely," he brushed the back of his hand against Brian's cheek. "God, I don't want to leave you tomorrow."

Brian put his head back on his chest so Justin wouldn't see the sadness in his eyes."I know," he whispered. "And a big part of me just wants to go with you," Brian admitted.

Justin was silent for what seemed like an eternity, then he finally spoke. "Maybe you could. One day..."

It took him a moment to understand what Justin had just said before finally looking at him again. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice shaking a little.

"That even though I know we can do this, I mean, being apart, I wouldn't particularly mind it if we weren't."

"You're saying that..."

"That I... uh, I want you to move to New York and be with me," he smiled nervously.

Brian opened his mouth to say something, but somehow he couldn't find the words, he was stunned.

"I know that's not something that can happen overnight... you have Kinnetik here, Babylon, your family and your whole life basically... and of course I don't want you to sacrifice anything for me... I want you to do what you want to do... but I just... I wanted you to know," he paused for a moment. "No pressure or anything."

"Justin, I... I don't know... I mean..."

"It's a stupid idea, right? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. Just forget it, okay? I don't want you to think that you have to..."

"Justin."

"Uhm, yeah?"

"Shut up for a second, okay?"

"O-okay," he swallowed loudly.

"I don't think it's a stupid idea."

"You don't?" Justin was surprised.

"No, not at all. To be honest, I've thought about it myself... many times. And if I could, I would just go with you tomorrow."

"But?"

"It's not really a but... I just, like you said, it's not something that can happen overnight. I mean, I dreamed about moving to New York long before I even met you... and the thought of living with you there," he smiled just saying it. "Is something that I would really, really loved to do. But there are just too many things I'd have to do first before I could even consider it."

Justin took a deep breath and sighed. "I know. And I understand. And I know it's not fair, I mean, I chosed to stay in New York and now I'm basically asking you to throw away your life here to follow me there... so I'm sorry."

"Justin. I didn't say no."

"Yeah, I know, I just... wait, what?"

"I didn't say no. I just said that it won't be easy... but I will do everything I can to make it happen."

"You mean that... that..."

"That no matter how long it takes, I will move to New York to be with you."

A tear rolled down Justin's cheek as he was trying to absorb Brian's words. Brian immeditaley wipped it away with his thumb before he finally kissed him.

"Are you sure? Like really sure?" Justin asked.

"I've never been more sure. I really want this, Justin."

"God, I love you, Brian."

Brian smiled, biting his lip. "And I love you."

Brian kept staring at the other side of the bed where Justin had been laying only a few hours ago with that beautiful bright smile of his. He still hasn't found the strength to get up and actually do anything productive because he already missed Justin like crazy. Even after spending only one day with him, getting back to normal wasn't easy… every part of him just wanted to jump on a plane and fly to New York. Well, someday in the future he will do exactly that and it will be for good because he had just promised him that he will do everything in his power to move there to be with him and he was going to keep that promise no matter how impossible it seemed right now. But he never broke a promise, and he sure as hell wasn't going to start now.

There was just no way in the whole fucking universe he was going to marry Justin knowing that for the rest of their lives they would only see each other if they were lucky enough to find time in their busy schedules. So yeah, he'd been toying with the idea of moving there for a while, he just hadn't had the balls to tell Justin yet because he was so sure Justin would try to talk him out of it, not wanting him to sacrifice anything. So it was really surprising to Brian that it was actually Justin who brought it up, but it seemed that Justin had finally realized that them wanting to be together was worth any sacrifice. He just wished he could make it happen sooner rather than later.

Brian suddenly hissed in pain as the small metal thing in his hand that he hadn't realized he was still holding so tightly cut through his skin. But he actually had to smile looking at it… not at the drop of blood, obviously, but at the little thing that was now going to play a big part in his life. To say that the little twat took him completely by surprise would be an understatement...

"Oh, I almost forgot. I have something for you…" Justin exclaimed excitedly, getting up from the bed.

"What?" Brian looked at him confused.

"Give me a sec. I just have to find it. I know I have it somewhere."

"You know I hate surprises..."

"I think you're going to like this. Or at least I hope so. Oh, there it is… here," Justin held out his hand to Brian.

"What is this?" Brian arched his brows, looking back and forth from Justin to that thing. Almost as if it was something from another dimension.

"Well, it's a key. Obviously," Justin chuckled.

"A key? Key to what?"

"To my apartment... I mean our apartment... since you have agreed to move to New York at some point in the future, I thought you should have this... I mean, I probably should have given it to you a long time ago, but better late than never, right?” he chuckled again, this time nervously.

Brian didn't say anything for what felt like an eternity, trying to understand what was going on.

"That's, uh," Brian finally spoke, clearing his throat, still not sure what to say exactly. He was surprised to say the least. But in a good way, of course. "Thanks," was all he got out and he felt pathetic.

"I caught you by surprise, didn't I?"

"No, no... just... well, maybe a little bit," he gently pushed his tongue against his cheek. "Wait, you have it here with you even though you didn't know what my answer would be?"

"I mean, I wanted you to have it anyway... but yeah, I was just really hoping you'd say yes," he bit his lip.

"Oh," Brian smiled. "Well, it was an easy yes."

Justin's lips curled into a smile and he leaned in for a kiss. "And now you can surprise me anytime you want. And maybe when you come visit, you could, uh... well, I'd like you to leave some of your things at my place... I mean, our place. I just want you to feel like home when you're there and I want to have at least a small part of you with me all the time."

"So... you're basically asking me to half-move in with you?" Brian arched his brows again.

"Well, yeah," Justin replied in his duh voice. "We have two homes... one here and one there... and I know it's going to be a while before we actually live together, but until then we can have at least something, you know."

"Yeah..." Brian smiled, actually liking the idea.

"It sounds stupid, doesn't it? Gosh, I'm sorry... I'm acting crazy."

"Justin..."

"I just really miss the way it used to be when we lived together and I want more than what we have now..."

"Justin..."

"But I understand if you think this is stupid and..."

"God, could you just shut up and listen?"

Justin pretended to zip his mouth. "Yeah..."

Brian chuckled and took a deep breath. "It doesn't sound stupid at all. I mean, we're getting married, right? So I'm all in for anything that makes us feel... together, even when we are not..."

Justin rolled his lips into his mouth and ran his fingers through Brian's hair. "That's exactly what I want. God, I still can't believe you actually want to marry me..."

"Right? I mean, I had so many options, but for some reason I've decided to marry you. That's just crazy," Brian said jokingly, shaking his head.

"Hey! Meeting me was your destiny."

"Christ. Don't tell me you talked to Mysterious Marilyn?" Brian twisted his face.

"No, but she would tell me the same thing. It was destiny."

"It was just luck. Right place at the right time."

"That's basically destiny..." Justin laughed.

"You little twat," Brian smiled at him, watching him lovingly. "God, I'm gonna miss you so much."

"I'm gonna miss you too. But we're going to be okay," Justin assured him, kissing his nose gently.

"I know," Brian whispered.

The buzzing of his phone was what finally brought him back to reality, reminding him that no matter how much he wished otherwise, Justin wasn't there. He immediately reached over to his bedside table and to his surprise it was actually Justin texting him and making him smile.

Justin: Finally home - safe and sound! So you can stop worrying.

Brian: Glad to know that. Now get to work, Picasso. Don't waste your time with me, you have to make big money.

Justin: It's never a waste of time with you! But don't worry I'm just about to start, it's going to be a long day and night 🙄

Brian: Get at least some sleep, will you?

Justin: Promise. And I'll call you as soon as I can.

Brian: You better.

Justin: Love you.

Brian: Love you back.

Brian put the phone back on the bedside table and rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling. He still couldn't believe Justin had given him the key... not that it was that surprising considering they were going to get married, but it was always the other way around - Justin moving in with Brian, not Brian moving in (although only half-moving in at the moment) with Justin. But he didn't complain, on the contrary, it had given him even more hope that they will make this work.

----

After what seemed like an eternity of doing almost nothing but painting and meeting with clients, Justin finally had some time to actually have a socal life. So he was about to meet up with Jess, Paul and Mark at their favorite club and of course he was running late... not that he took that much time to get ready, he just put on some t-shirt, jeans and his black leather jacket and didn't even care how his hair looked. But the reason he was nervous and absolutely unable to do anything right was that he knew it was time. Time to tell them the big news. And for some reason he was seriously feeling on edge. Not only because it was a really big thing to announce, but also because he wasn't entirely sure what their reactions would be. Well, not theirs, but Mark's. He still didn't have the courage to talk to him about the obvious elephant in the room because he just didn't want to ruin their friendship, but he was also avoiding him because he felt weird in his presence since that night with Brian. So he was really worried about how he would take it... hoping he wouldn't cause a jealous scene or something.

"Oh, there you are, finally!" Jess exclaimed.

"I know, I know... sorry about that," he smiled apologetically and took off his jacket.

"We haven't seen you in ages and you can't even come on time," she frowned.

"He was probably doing his make-up," Paul laughed.

"Exactly," Justin stuck out his tongue, but then he realized someone was missing. "Where's Mark?"

Justin was a little relieved because for a moment he thought Mark hadn't come, but then Jess nodded towards the bar and he instantly lost that little smile. "He's ordering us beers."

"Oh. For me too?"

"Um, I guess so…" Jess shrugged. "Well, maybe you should go and tell him just to be sure..."

Justin almost sighed but held it back. "Okay."

He then went straight to the bar, feeling really weird. God, he hated this. He always enjoyed spending time with Mark, even after that little incident when he tried to kiss him, Justin just didn't make that big deal out of it at the time... but seeing how jealous he was around Brian made him realize it was more serious than he thought, and now he didn't know what to do with it. He knew he had to talk to him eventually, he just didn't want to lose the friendship they had. But he also knew he couldn't ignore it forever... he just had to for this one night because this night was about him and Brian.

"Hey!" he shouted over the music.

"Oh, Justin, hey," Mark immediately lit up like a fucking christmas tree and gave him a really tight hug. "I'm really glad you're here. It feels like ages since I last saw you..."

"Yeah, I know, I'm sorry... it's just been really crazy lately."

"I bet. Jess told me that people really want your art... and I don't blame them, you're brilliant," he smiled at him widely.

"Um, thanks," Justin smiled back. "Anyway, I'm not sure if you ordered me a beer too, so..." the moment Justin finished his sentence, the bartender placed four beers on the counter. "Oh, I guess you did," he chuckled.

"Of course I did. And now you can help me with them," he laughed.

"Sure," Justin took two of them and he and Mark headed back to Jess and Paul. Justin handed one beer to Jess.

"Thanks, blondie."

He sat down and took a big gulp of his beer, swallowing nervously. Even his palms were sweaty. Jesus, calm the fuck down, Justin.

"So I have something to tell you," he blurted out without thinking. He just really needed to say it already or he was sure he's going to have a heart attack.

The three of them immediately looked at him with curious faces.

"What is it?" Jess urged him to talk.

"Um... it's about me and Brian..."

"Oh, don't tell me you guys broke up?" Paul asked.

"Why does everyone think we broke up?" Justin muttered under his breath.

Justin wasn't sure what surprised him more, the fact Paul thought something like that... or that Mark looked almost happy.

"No, god, no," he replied. "But you guys remember when Brian was here almost two months ago, right?"

"Of course," Jess nodded. "How could we forget?"

"Well, something happened... something really big..." Justin smiled, unable to control it.

"What?" this time it was Mark urging him.

Justin took a deep breath and just said it. "We got engaged." God, he could almost hear his heart sink into his pants. But it felt so good to say it out loud.

"What?" Paul and Jess exclaimed at the same time.

"You did?" Mark asked, almost as if he couldn't believe it.

"Yeah," Justin replied happily, not really caring about Mark's tone of voice right now. "I just proposed out of the blue. And Brian said yes," his smile got even bigger.

"Wait, you were the one who proposed?" Jess exclaimed again. "You're my fucking hero!" she gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I didn't know you had it in you."

"I didn't know either," he chuckled.

"I'm so happy for you guys," Paul smiled excitedly. "And when is the wedding?"

"Well, we don't have a date yet, but we've agreed it will be in the spring."

"Oohh, I love spring," Jess smiled dreamily.

Justin couldn't have been happier for their reactions, but he was still waiting for the "most important" one, and judging by Mark's expression, he knew it wouldn't be exactly positive...

"Mark?" he said, looking at him.

"I just can't belive you kept it from us for almost two months," Mark said angrily and everyone fell silent. "We're your friends," he added seconds later.

"I'm sorry, but we just wanted to keep it a secret for a while... you know..."

"I do know," Jess smiled. "You just wanted to enjoy it between the two of you before telling anyone. I get it."

"Thanks, Jess."

"Yeah, it's understandable. If it were me, I'd do the same," Paul said. "This is about you two, not us."

Justin smiled, grateful and happy to hear that. But as he could see, Mark did not agree with them at all. He was obviously upset. But for some reason he decided not to spoil it for Justin.

"I'm just sad you didn't tell us sooner, that's all... but of course I'm happy for you," he said finally.

"Thank you, Mark. That means a lot."

"Well, I thinks it's time for something stronger than beer. We need to celebrate this," Jess said excitedly.

And Justin couldn't help but agree, he really needed something stronger. And he certainly deserved to celebrate the fact that he was about to marry the love of his life.

----

Thankfully, as the night went on, the atmosphere between Justin and Mark seemed to get better and better. Maybe it was the drinks or Mark just didn't want to ruin the night for Justin, but whatever it was, Justin was really glad for it.

And everything seemed really perfect. He was living the life he always wanted and he was happy, surrounded by the people who meant so much to him, celebrating his engagement with them. The only thing he was missing now was Brian. He just wished he could celebrate with him. Dance with him, kiss him, hold him, smell him... be with him.

The long distance relationship was really hard and after he left for New York there were times when he really thought they wouldn't make it and he wasn't the only one, Brian thought so too. But right now he was really happy that they didn't give up and that they fought for their relationship because it was worth every doubt and every tear. And even if they still couldn't be together the way they wanted, every day they were closer and closer to that goal.

"How come we're the ones dancing and you're just sitting here on your perfect bubble butt when you're the one who's engaged?" Jess asked, a little breathless as she returned from the dance floor.

"I was just thinking..."

"About?"

"Brian," he smiled sadly. "I just really want him here. And I know I shouldn't complain and I'm not because I'm really thankful for what Brian and I have... but sometimes I feel this emptiness and I can't do anything about it because he's there and I'm here... and I can't help but wonder if I'm being selfish... I mean I could just go back home and be with him, it's that simple, but instead I choose to stay here, expecting him to give up his life and follow me here..."

"Wait a minute... what?"

"Yeah, I left that part out… I asked him to move here…"

"You did?" she exclaimed.

"Yeah."

"And he said yes?"

"He did. But I can't help but think that maybe he just didn't want to hurt my feelings..."

"I mean, I don't know him that well, actually, I don't know him at all… but from what I've heard, he's not the kind of guy who does things he doesn't want to, and when he says he wants to move here to be with by you, I think there is no reason to think otherwise..."

Justin sighed and ran a hand over his face. "You're absolutely right. I'm just being an idiot."

"You're just scared because you don't want to lose him... but he loves you and he's not going anywhere."

Justin smiled and hug her. "Thanks."

"Always," she winked. "Now get up and come dance. Show everyone your perfect moves."

"Yes, ma'am," he laughed.

Jess took his hand and led him to the dance floor where he forgot all his worries and simply enjoyed the night as best he could.

It was almost 4 in the morning when they decided it was time to finally head home. And since Justin and Mark were going in the same direction, they took a taxi together. And of course a slightly drunk Justin saw this as the perfect opportunity to finally do what was necessary. He just didn't know how to start...

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Mark asked amused.

"Like what?"

"Like you want to tell me something..."

Justin let out a nervous laugh. "Well, I do..." he bit his lip. "Mark, are we okay? I mean, are you okay?"

"What?" he looked at him in confusion. "Why wouldn't I be?" he arched his brow.

Justin sighed, he really didn't want to do this but he knew he had to. "Come on. You've been acting weird ever since you met Brian…"

"I've been acting weird? How would you know? You've been avoiding me ever since," he snapped. "And don't tell me it's not true."

Justin's eyes widened and he was a little speechless for a moment, but then he took a deep breath and said what needed to be said. "Yeah, you're right. I've been avoiding you. But I just didn't know what else to do… I mean, I always kind of knew you liked me, but it wasn't until I saw the way you acted around Brian that I realized that… you probably have feelings for me…"

Mark opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again and just looked down.

"Come on Mark, just talk to me… please."

"What do you want me to say?"

"Something... just help me understand."

Mark scoffed. "Understand?"

"Yeah..."

Mark sighed and looked out the window for what felt like an eternity, then finally turned to look at him. "I didn't plan it, trust me. When I first saw you, I liked you right away… and when I got to know you better and found out how great you are, there wasn't much I could do," he took a deep breath. "But our friendship means a lot to me and I wouldn't do anything to ruin it. And I know you're happy with Brian and I really want the best for you… so yeah, maybe I caught some silly romantic feelings for you and that's why I'm acting like an ass and I'm sorry about that, but… I promise you, I don't want to lose our friendship or you as a friend."

To be honest, Justin kind of wished he'd been wrong about the whole situation and that Mark would convince him that he didn't have feelings for him because it would make everything so much easier... but this wasn't easy at all and he really didn't know what to do with it. He wanted to believe that his feelings didn't change anything and they could continue to be friends, but he knew very well what love can do to people and as much as he cared about Mark and didn't want to hurt him, he didn't want to be in this situation where he almost felt like he was betraying Brian by having another man fall in love with him... especially if he decides to stay friends with him.

When Justin didn't say anything, Mark continued. "Justin, I promise you don't have to worry about it. You're my best friend and that's all."

Justin cleared his throat. "You sure?" was all he got out, his heart was racing.

"Hundred percent. You love Brian and I respect that... and no matter what I feel, I would never do anything to come between you or destroy our friendship, Justin. Trust me."

And so he did. He decided to believe his words and hope that nothing would change between them. Maybe he was naive, but he really didn't want to lose his friend. No matter how difficult the situation was right now.

----

Brian was preparing for a presentation and felt like his head was going to explode any minute as he went through the documents over and over again. And the fact that he couldn't stop thinking about how much he wanted to hear Justin's voice obviously didn't help, so when the urge finally got the better of him, he simply dialed his number. By now he knew that Justin either answered his phone immediately or not at all because he didn't have time and unfortunately it was starting to look like he was busy again so Brian let out a breath of frustration and was ready to hang up…

"Yeah?" Justin finally answered, but sounded sleepily.

"Shit. I woke you up, didn't I?"

"It's okay. Talking with you is much better than sleep" he chuckled softly.

Brian smiled, but noticed how raspy Justin's voice sounded. "Someone had a busy night," he said teasingly.

"Uh, yeah, but just a little... we were celebrating."

"Celebrating what?"

"What do you think?" Justin giggled.

"Oh. You told them?"

"Yeah, I finally did."

"And? What did they say?"

"They were really happy for us. And they can't wait for the wedding."

"Really? All of them?" he was surprised.

Justin laughed. "Yeah, even Mark. You really don't have to worry about him, Brian."

"Who said I was worried?" he almost sounded offended. "I'm just glad he's not trying to get into your pants... or your heart..." he let out a soft breath.

And there was a silent for a moment before Justin answered. "He's not. I promise. And enough about him... how are you?"

"Well, I miss you, so..."

"I miss you too," he sighed. "And I really can't wait for this to be over and for us to wake up next to each other for the rest of our lives."

"I wish I could tell you it's going to happen soon, but..."

"I know, Brian, I know. But the most important thing is that it will happen. We just have to be patient."

Brian smiled and wished he could kiss him. "Well, you waited five years for me to tell you I love you, so I know you're very patient."

Justin couldn't help but laugh. "It's one of my best qualities."

"Oh, I know. Thank God for that," Brian chuckled. "Now tell me... what are you wearing?" he asked huskily.

"Nothing. Why?" Justin asked playfully.

"I just think it's time to take care of your morning hard-on although it's afternoon," he replied in the same voice. "And not to sound horny, but I wanna hear you scream in my ear."

"Mhmmhm," Justin growled. "Make me."

Brian let out a soft moan. And after giving Justin a very intense orgasm over the phone, he let him go back to sleep because he obviously needed it. He just wished he could do the things he was telling in his ear to him in person.

And since he still had a few minutes before the meeting, he took his laptop to look at apartments in New York. He knew he still had plenty of time for that, but he was just curious. And even though he knew that Justin really loved his little apartment, there was no fucking way in hell that Brian would live there for the rest of his life. They just needed something bigger and better. And the more he looked at the apartments, the more he could imagine himself living in New York.

"Apartments in New York?" Ted suddenly exclaimed behind him, his voice confused and shocked at the same time.

And Brian quickly closed his laptop. "Fuck," he whispered and sighed.

"W-w-w-why?" Ted stuttered. "What is going on?"

"Nothing is going on. Just forget you saw anything. What do you need, Theodore?"

"I just need you to sign some papers, but... why are you looking at apartments in New York?"

"Out of curiosity if that's any of your business."

"How long have I known you?"

"Too long… unfortunately."

"Then you know I can tell when you're lying."

"Christ. Fine. I'm moving to New York."

"What?" he squealed. "Why? When? And what about Kinnetic? What about Michael? And what about..."

"Jesus, shut the fuck up. Obviously I'm not moving there anytime soon… I have a lot of things to do first, but yeah… I'll move there eventually."

Ted's jaw just dropped and he was silent for what felt like an eternity. "I'm so proud of you."

"What?" Brian looked at him in confusion.

"You're finally going to follow your heart… I know how much you want to be with him so… yeah, I'm really happy for you."

"Thanks, Theodore," he smiled at him and was a bit surprised but in in a good way. "And now give me sign those papers."

"Yeah, here..."

"And Ted?"

"Yeah?"

"If you tell anyone..."

"You're going to cut my balls and feed them to me. I know."

"I was going to say that I'm going to kick your ass so hard you won't be able to sit for a month, but I like this one better…" he chuckled.

"Good to know," Ted laughed and left his office.

Brian just leaned back in his chair and smiled.

-
Brian was standing in front of Justin's apartment door, though he should probably say their apartment door, grinning like a fucking idiot and tightly holding the key the blond had given him. When he woke up in the morning, again with the horrible realization that he didn't have Justin anywhere near him, he came to the conclusion that he just really had had enough of not being able to be with him, so he decided to leave Kinnetik in the hands of Ted and Cynthia for the next few days and simply packed a bag and got on the plane, ready to spend some quality time with his Sunshine. Of course, Justin had no idea, which made it even better, because Brian couldn't wait to see that big smile of his when he surprises him. So he quietly inserted the key into the lock, carefully unlocking it and pushing the door open.

The apartment was quite a mess. It was more than obvious that Justin had been really busy painting. His little artistic genius. No words could express how proud Brian really was of him. He was making his dreams come true and that was the only thing he had ever wanted for him. Even though it was the reason they couldn't be together right now, all things considered, it was a small price to pay if it meant Justin was happy and doing what he loved.

Brian suddenly heard the sound of running water in the bathroom and immediately headed there, slowly taking off his clothes and dropping them on the floor. And as soon as he laid his eyes on him, he felt like he could finally breathe again and his heart skipped a couple of beats.

"God," he breathed out heavily, looking at the most beautiful man right in front of him, he just couldn't take his eyes off of him. It's been a few long weeks since he last saw him, let alone touched him. So it was no surprise that he was already hard just by seeing him.

Justin's hands were slowly moving over his soft skin with soap, not forgetting his perfect ass and cock. Brian almost wished he would just jerk himself off in front of him so he could watch... but of course he wanted to be the one to give him that mind blowing orgasm. So he slowly made his way towards the shower, unable to control his smile, which was getting bigger and bigger - just like his cock. And then he simply opened the shower door, probably giving Justin a small heart attack.

"You have room for one more?" he asked in his husky voice, chewing on his cheek and trying to hold back his laughter.

"Brian!" Justin exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, what can I say? I missed you," he bit his lip, looking Justin up and down. Then he got into the shower and closed the door behind him. "Fuck, you're so hot," he pulled Justin closer by his hips and their dicks touched immediately.

"Yeah, well, that's what happens when you take a hot shower," he chuckled.

"Smartass," Brian rested his forehead against Justin's, tightening his arms around him.

"Why didn't you let me know you were coming?" Justin sighed softly.

"Well, why should I? I have a key and if I remember correctly you asked me to half-move in with you. So I basically live here now. I'd say that gives me the right to come and go as I please."

"And I'm the smartass?" Justin arched his brows, running his fingers through Brian's wet hair. His cock was getting harder by the second. "I missed you too. So fucking much," he said before finally kissing him. Nothing could back up his words more than the urgent, demanding kiss he gave him, leaving them both breathless. "I need you," he whispered, his voice heavy.

Brian swallowed. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard and I'm gonna fuck you all night," he murmured against his lips.

Justin groaned in response and slid his hand down Brian's stomach, grabbing his hard cock in his hand, giving it a few firm strokes. A loud moan immediately escaped Brian's mouth. "Then what the hell are you waiting for?"

Brian smirked and shoved his hand roughly into the blond's hair, pulling him closer for another hungry and bruising kiss. Then he slightly pulled back to look at him, "Condom?"

"Behind you. On the shelf," Justin rolled his lips into his mouth, smiling.

"Always prepared, I see," Brian chuckled and kissed him once more before turning to get the condom. He opened the package and rolled it on his sensitive and painfully hard cock. "Turn around," he grunted.

"No," Justin replied, surprising Brian.

"No?" the brunet arched his brows.

"No," Justin repeated and stepped closer to him, placing his palm on his chest. "I want to see your face when I ride your cock," with that he pushed Brian against the wall.

Brian was amazed by how dominant Justin was and he couldn't help but love it. Then Justin pressed his chest firmly against Brian's and inserted his knee between the brunet's legs, gently pressing against his hard cock. Brian grunted immediately and looked into his hungry blue eyes, seeing how much the blond was craving him and before he knew it, Justin dug his fingers into his shoulders, making him slid down the wall until his ass hit the floor. He immediately looked up to see Justin lustfully staring down at him and slowly stroking his big cock. It was a really beautiful view.

"Suck it," Justin demanded, already pressing the tip of his dick to Brian's lips.

Brian wasn't usually the best at being submisive, actually he's the worst at it, but somehow this really turned him on so he was more then happy to suck and swallow Justin's wet and tasty cock. Soon the blond grabbed the back of his head and began to fuck his throat. Brian gagged a little but didn't pull back, letting Justin enjoy the paradise.

"Oh god," Justin groaned, his eyes rolled back in his head. "This feels so good."

And not only to Justin. It was crazy how much Brian enjoyed the feeling of Justin's big cock sliding in and out of his mouth and seeing the blond's blissful expression immediately sent signals to his own dick.

And when Justin stopped moving, Brian gripped his cock tightly and licked it from balls to head, swirling his tongue around it and playfully kissing it. Justin couldn't stop watching him, enjoying everything Brian was doing to him with his mouth and tongue. But when he felt he was dangerously close to coming, he stopped him. Because more than ever, he needed to feel him inside.
So he lowered himself down and straddled Brian, kissing him hungrily. Then he reached behind himself and took Brian's cock in his hand, relaxing his muscles and slowly pushing it into himself, all the way to the balls, until he was comfortably seated. Brian gasped immediately and dug his nails deep into Justin's sides.

"Fuck," Brian breathed against his lips. "So tight."

"Well, it's been a while," Justin chuckled, getting used to the feeling of Brian's thick cock stretching his asshole.

Brian cleared his throat. "I must admit... knowing that I'm the only one who gets to fuck you really turns me on."

"Yeah," Justin breathed heavily.

And when he was ready he began to move up and down, nice and slow. Their breathing was getting fast and heavy and they were overwhelmed with how good it felt. And Soon Justin picked up his pace, fucking himself with Brian's member as deep as possible, enjoying how every nerve ending in his ass reacted to it.

But when his thighs gave out, he stopped bouncing up and down and instead he started riding his cock by rolling his hips and moving back and forth. It was driving them both completely wild.

"This feels fucking amazing," Brian moaned, sucking hard on Justin's nipple and biting it gently.

"Oh, fuck," Justin's head fell back.

Then he suddenly reached back and grabbed Brian's balls, gently squeezing them - they were full and heavy. And in that moment Brian was no longer able to control himself and took over the thrusting, slamming deep and fast into the blond. Justin's leaking erection was slapping hard against Brian's stomach.

"Jesus Christ," Brian grunted, tightening his grip around Justin, grabbing his butt and pulling him close.

"Harder," Justin demanded, hungry moans leaving his mouth.

And Brian immediately did as he was told, fucking him so hard he was sure he was going to pass out when he comes.

"Yeah, that's it," the blond groaned and started clenching his muscles hard around the cock sliding inside him.

"God," Brian grunted again and suddenly there was nothing he could do - he simply exploded and filled the condom inside Justin's tight ass, making loud and whimpering sounds.

And the feeling of Brian's hard cock twitching inside him as he was cumming soon had Justin shooting his load all over Brian's chest and face. Brian couldn't help but lick his lips, tasting Justin and swallowing the delicious drops.

"Wow," Justin breathed out heavily, trying to catch his breath, Brian's dick still deep inside him.

"Mmmm," Brian hummed in agreement, his forehead resting against Justin's.

"That was fucking hot."

"Yeah..." he kissed his lips softly.

"But... now I'm really hungry," Justin murmured against Brian's neck, smiling.

And Brian couldn't help but laugh. "You're such a twat."

---

"God, this is so good," Justin said with his mouth full, swallowing another bite of that delicious food Brian had ordered for them. They were on the floor, naked, having their own little picnic and feeding each other. They were determined to enjoy their time together as much as possible. "Shit. I still can't believe you're really here."

"Well, then start believing it, because you're not getting rid of me for the next few days."

"Really?" Justin's eyes lit up.

"Uhhmm. I'm all yours until Sunday."

"You mean that..."

"That for the next four days we're going to have plenty of hot steamy sex all over this little apartment," he stuck his tongue in his cheek and smiled.

Justin was silent for a moment but then he smiled excitedly. "So does that mean I can eat anything I want because you'll be here to help me burn every single calorie?"

"That's what you care about?" Brian arched his eyebrows, looking offended. "Food?"

"Well, food and that hot steamy sex obviously," Justin replied in his duh voice.

And Brian immediately slapped his naked ass, leaving his hand print there. Of course, seeing Justin's blissful expression was no surprise to him. "You like that, huh?"

"Do it again," he urged.

Brian licked his lips and his eyes darkened with lust, then he slapped him again, even harder this time.

"Oh fuck," Justin gasped.

"Was that too much?"

Justin chuckled. "No. Just the way I like it."

"You little devil," with that he slapped him again but left his hand on Justin's ass cheek, squeezing it and slightly brushing his fingers against his hole. The blond grunted. "You are enjoying this way too much."

"Well, you're the one who taught me to enjoy the pain," Justin winked, then he teasingly licked his lips and leaned closer to Brian's ear. "So, you're ready for more?"

"Sunshine, what kind of a stupid question is that?"

"Oops. Silly me," the blond chuckled and immediately sucked on Brian's lower lip, kissing him deeply.

They fucked right on the floor, just as wildly as they did in the shower, probably scaring the neighbors in the apartment below them. But who cares, right? Definitely not them.

And once they were done and completely satisfied, they put on sweatpants and moved to the couch. Justin settled comfortably between Brian's legs, resting on his bare warm chest. Brian had his strong arms wrapped tightly around him, pulling him close to his body and breathing softly against Justin's hair as his chin rested on his head.

"I could really get used to this... having you here," Justin smiled. "You coming home to me... me coming home to you."

"Yeah," Brian kissed his head gently. "That sounds good."

"It's crazy how much we're addicted to each other."

"Better than drugs, right?" the brunet chuckled.

"Definitely better."

Brian smiled, taking a deep breath. "I told Ted," he admitted. "You know, that I'm going to move here eventually."

"What? You did?" Justin was surprised.

"Yeah, well... let's say he figured it out. I was looking at apartments here in New York and he saw it and forced me to tell him. He's a real pain in my ass, I tell you that."

Justin laughed. "And how did he take it?"

"Pretty good, actually. He's proud of me," Brian grinned. "And he's happy for me. For us, I mean. He knows how much we want to be together."

"He's a good guy."

"Yeah. And a real pain in my ass," Brian repeated. "But..."

"What?" Justin urged.

"He's trying to help me speed things up a little bit."

"What do you mean?" Justin sat up to see Brian's face.

"Well, he's worked some magic with the numbers and he's pretty sure we could afford to open a new branch… here in New York."

"Wait, you mean like… like…?"

"Like Kinnetik expansion, yeah… Of course, there are a lot of other things we need to figure out first, but the main thing is that we have the money."

"Oh my god," Justin was instantly excited.

"We still have a long way ahead of us, Justin, so don't get your hopes up."

"Brian, this is not just about me wanting you here.... I know what Kinnetik means to you and what a success this would be. And you have no idea how much I want this for you. Whether you open a new branch here or in fucking Alaska... it's going to be so huge," the blond was grinning from ear to ear.

Brian smiled happily. "Thanks, Sunshine. But Alaska? Probably not a good idea. I don't think polar bears would make great clients, you know."

Justin giggled. "Well, whatever works for you," he leaned in for a kiss. "And now I'm horny again."

"Don't say," Brian pressed his lips together, smiling and already slipping his hand into Justin's sweatpants.

---

"I cannot believe you fucked me again," Justin laughed, panting.

"You wanted me to," Brian pointed out, breathing heavily.

"Well, you said you were going to fuck me all night, so… I'm just making sure you keep that promise."

"Fine by me," Brian rolled onto his side and propped his head up on his hand. He was ready to kiss him, but suddenly someone knocked on the door. "Expecting someone?" he asked curiously.

"No," Justin replied with a confused face. "Whoever it is, I'll get rid of them," he stood up, ready to go to the door.

"Justin," Brian stopped him.

"Yeah?"

"You're naked."

"Are you afraid that someone will see what belongs to you?" he asked teasingly.

"Well, it is for my eyes only," Brian shrugged and smiled. "So put your pants on, will you?"

Justin chuckled. "Yes, dear."

"Twat," Brian threw a pillow at him, but Justin managed to dodge it.

He then did as Brian asked and quickly put on his sweatpants before finally heading to open the door. He was smiling like an idiot, but the moment he saw who was standing there, his smile disappeared and was replaced by horror in his eyes.

"M-Mark? What are you doing here?"

"You're kidding, right? Jess's birthday party! We're supposed to plan it."

Justin's eyes immediately widened. "Oh shit! Right. I totally forgot."

"Yeah, I can see that."

"And where's Paul?"

"He has food poisoning. So it's just the two of us," Mark grinned.

"Um, well, actually..."

Before Justin could finish that sentence, Brian appeared right next to him - naked. Of course. "Hey, Matt," he said, faking his excitement.

And Justin immediately shot him a look.

"What?" Brian mouthed.

Mark didn't even try to hide his annoyance, though he was having trouble concentrating with Brian's semi-erect cock staring right at him. "M-Mark. Not Matt."

"Right. Sorry. I don't know why it keeps slipping my mind."

"Age, maybe," Mark muttered under his breath, but they heard him anyway. "Well, I guess I should go. I don't want to spoil your evening."

"No. Stay," Brian said before he could stop himself. He had no idea why he said it, but now it was too late to take it back. Actually, that was a lie. He knew damn well why he said it. Once again, he was being himself. But he couldn't help it, he just really didn't like this guy, no matter how much Justin tried to convince him that he really had nothing to worry about. Jealousy was simply getting the best of him and he just wanted to mark his territory.

And both Justin and Mark couldn't hide their surprise. And even though it was clear to Justin that Brian hadn't invited him out of the goodness of his heart, he decided to risk it and hope that they will not kill each other tonight. "Come on in then," he said, making room so Mark could enter. "This is going to be fun," he whispered, glaring at Brian murderously.

And Brian just shrugged, giving Justin his most innocent smile. You know what they say, keep your friends close and your enemies even closer.

-

The heaviness of the awkwardness as Justin closed the door and they just stared at each other in silence was almost palpable. Justin hated going to the dentist, but right now he'd rather have all his teeth pulled out at once without anesthesia than to be here. But there was no going back now, so all he could do was pray that the two would respect each other and act like two grown men. Though, as he looked at the completely naked Brian (with his still semi-hard cock) standing next to him, he highly doubted that.

"Brian," Justin barked. "Would you mind putting some pants on?"

"Oh, sorry. Didn't realize I didn't have any," he gave him his sweetest smile, trying to look completely innocent.

"Uh-huh," Justin replied, knowing exactly what he was trying to do.

"Be right back," the brunet grinned and headed to the bedroom showing off his perfect ass.

And Justin took a deep breath before turning to Mark. "So... do you want something to drink?"

Mark cleared his throat. "Beer. If you have any. Otherwise water is fine."

"Yeah, I got a beer," Justin said. "Make yourself comfortable," he smiled before turning on his heel and walking into the kitchen where he had to take another deep breath first. What the fuck was Brian thinking? Well, of course he wasn't thinking. He was just doing the usual - being an asshole. Not that Justin wasn't flattered, knowing he was doing it because he was jealous and possessive of him, but... this was different. This wasn't some guy in a bar hitting on him. This was his friend who had feelings for him. And he didn't want to make it any more awkward than it already was by having Brian throwing jealous scenes... or whatever. And he certainly didn't want Brian to feel like he had reason to be jealous and that there was something he had to worry about. He just wanted them to get along. Probably wishful thinking.

"Hey handsome. Need some help?" he suddenly heard Brian behind him.

And in one swift movement he turned to look at him. "What the fuck were you thinking, Brian?"

"What do you mean, Sunshine?" Justin could hear the amusement in his voice.

"Oh, don't Sunshine me and act like you don't know what I'm talking about. I already told you that you don't have to worry about him… so why are you doing this?"

"I'm not doing anything. He's your friend and considering we're getting married, I should know all your friends. Who knows, maybe he'll be my friend too," he chuckled and shrugged.

"Brian!"

"What? I seriously don't know what you're so upset about. It wasn't that long ago that you were basically begging me to get to know him better."

"We both know that's not what this is about."

"Justin, he's not the first guy to have wet dreams about you. I can handle it. It'll be fun, you'll see. Just trust me," his voice actually sounded sincere.

And Justin could only sigh. "Just be nice, okay?"

"I promise," Brian mouthed. "I'm just gonna kill him..." Justin arched his brows. "With kindness," he grinned. And Justin immediately rolled his eyes, though he couldn't help but crack a tiny smile.

Justin then grabbed three beers from the fridge and was about to leave the kitchen, but Brian stopped him and pulled him closer, squeezing his ass in his hand making Justin bite his lip. Brian was giving him his best I would just fuck you now look. And Justin wasn't far from letting him if they didn't have a guest waiting for them.

"You're really hot when you're angry," Brian whispered against his lips, his voice heavy.

Justin swallowed loudly and his heart began to beat faster. But he knew they couldn't, so he growled and quickly pulled away. "Later," he said and finally left the kitchen.

And Brian immediately sighed as he felt his cock ready for another round. But he was the one who invited Matt - sorry, Mark - and these were the consequences. So it was no surprise that he was already starting to regret it.

---

Brian slowly sipped his beer and sat quietly on the couch as he listened to the two make big plans for Jess's surprise birthday party. To say he was bored to death would be an understatement. But seeing how tense Mark was because he felt Brian's constant gaze definitely lifted his spirits. He almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

But since he had promised Justin that he would behave himself he was really doing his best not to say anything inappropriate - which was hard and the only way he could do it was to simply keep his mouth shut. But no one said he couldn't stare at him and make him feel uncomfortable.

But the more Brian looked at him, the more he had the gut feeling that there was something off about him. Or was he just trying to convince himself of it so he could continue to hate him? No, hate was a strong word. He didn't give a fuck about him and he would more than happily continue doing so. But for some reason Justin wanted to be friends with him and have him in his life. And no matter how much Brian didn't like it, he had to respect it. After all, he will be a part of his life as well. Because once he moves to New York, he'll probably be seeing his face more than he'd like and he'll have to learn to live with it.

And it wasn't that he was afraid that Justin would fuck him or worse, fall in love with him. He trusted Justin and knew their relationship was the strongest it had ever been, so Justin had absolutely no reason to look elsewhere for anything he wasn't getting from Brian. And if Mark wanted to drool over him, so be it.

Okay, who was he kidding? Of course, he wasn't the least bit happy about Justin spending time with someone who clearly wanted a lot more than wearing friendship bracelets. And even though he really trusted Justin, he didn't trust him at all. And he definitely didn't like the way he was looking at Justin, even though he knew Brian was in the room with them. But jealousy aside. There was another and more important reason why he disliked Mark.

Because what he was actually afraid of was that Justin was putting his trust in a person who might not deserve it and who might end up hurting him. Justin had already been hurt and disappointed by so many people, Brian included, that he was simply afraid of what it might do to him if the next person to hurt him would be someone he considered his friend.

Of course, Brian was aware that he could be wrong about him, he wasn't denying that option. After all, the fact that Justin believed he was a good person and someone worth keeping in his life should probably be reason enough for Brian to stop having the urge to kick his ass. But he just couldn't help but trust his instincts that were telling him Mark didn't have good intentions. But he really hoped he was wrong.

"Brian?" Justin's voice suddenly brought him back to reality.

"Yeah?"

"Could you get me another beer, please?" he smiled widely at him.

"Sure," Brian immediately got up and headed to the kitchen, but stopped at the last moment and closed his eyes before turning back to them. "Mark," he actually had to pause before continuing because he really didn't like saying his name. "Do you want another beer too?"

Although Mark was obviously surprised, he nodded. "Yeah sure."

"Coming right up," he grinned but lost that smile the moment he turned his back to them and rolled his eyes instead. Why the hell did he invite him? What a stupid idea!

After grabbing three beers from the fridge, Brian leaned against the kitchen island and pinched the bridge of his nose, wondering what would be the best way to get rid of their guest so he and Justin could return to the fun part of the evening. He could say he feels sick. Or he could pretend to be really tired and start yawning non-stop. Or he could just tell him to fuck off. That would do it.

No no no. This was his idea, so he will just have to suffer through it. But if he wants, no he doesn't want... if he has to accept his existence and the fact that he is part of their lives, he first needs to know who he is actually dealing with and who this person is. But right now he just needs something stronger than beer. Perhaps Sunshine has something good. Oh yes, whiskey, thank fucking God.

"Brian, is everything okay in there?" he heard Justin.

He immediately pressed his lips together, took a deep breath, and then finally returned to them. "Sorry, I was just pouring myself a glass," he explained, handing them their beers.

"I see you found my stash," Justin chuckled.

"Do you mean our stash? Since it's our apartment," Brian pointed out, sitting back on the couch.

"Wait what?" Mark immediately asked, obviously confused, and looking from Justin to Brian and back. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, Sunshine didn't tell you?"

"Not yet," Justin whispered through gritted teeth, obviously not happy at all that Brian had brought it up.

"Didn't tell me what?"

"I decided to move here," Brian grinned and drank from his glass.

"What? When?" Mark's voice sounded almost angry.

"When did I decide or when will I move here?" Brian raised his eyebrow.

"Both."

"Well, I have been playing with the idea for some time, but when Justin told me he wanted me to move here, it was decided. And as for when I move here... hopefully as soon as possible."

"I thought you said there were reasons why you couldn't move here."

"Yeah, well, things change. We just don't like being apart, do we Sunshine?" he looked at him, beaming.

But all he got in return was Justin's murderous look that said I know what you're doing. Shit, did he just get caught doing something he shouldn't have? Nah. He was just informing their friend about their plans for the future. It wasn't his fault that said friend was having a mental breakdown over it.

"I was going to tell you," Justin turned his attention to Mark.

Expecting him to lose his temper and show his true colors, Brian immediately got excited because he knew that would definitely save him some trouble. But to his surprise, Mark's reaction was the exact opposite.

"It's okay. I get it... you just wanted to keep it to yourself for a while, right?"

"Um, yeah," Justin nodded. "But still - sorry."

"Don't be. I'm really happy for you, guys."

"You are?" Brian said before he could think, his voice doubtful.

"Of course. You both deserve to be happy."

The only thought that went through Brian's mind was - What the actual fuck?

"Thanks, Mark. That means a lot," Justin gave him a grateful smile.

And Brian cleared his throat, trying to find words. "Yeah, we really appreciate it," was all he got out and downed his glass, already heading to refill it.

---

"Okay, I think she's going to love it," a satisfied smile spread across Justin's face before he leaned back in his chair and finished his beer.

"Yeah, I do too," Mark agreed. "So I'll call the restaurant tomorrow to make a reservation and you'll take care of the cake?"

"Sounds good."

Thank fucking God, Brian thought, assuming they were done with the planning, which could only mean one thing - Mark could finally leave and he and Justin could pick up where they left off.

"Are you hungry? We have some leftover food we ordered earlier," Justin offered.

And Brian immediately shot him a look. Did he really had to feed him? What comes next? Honestly, he wouldn't even be even surprised if Justin offered him to stay the night and invited him to sleep in the bed with them. Which was something that not too long ago would have definitely turned into a wild night of fucking if they hadn't decided to be monogamous (something Brian was surprisingly totally okay with), and especially if it hadn't been Mark. Not that Brian didn't find him attractive, that was the bad part, he did and a lot actually. He was slightly taller than Justin, dark hair, green eyes, big lips and broad shoulders. He used to love fucking guys like that. Of course, that was before a certain blond twink wrapped him around his finger and got him addicted to having sex with him. But under different circumstances he would have fucked Mark. Under these circumstances? He just wanted him to leave and have a nice night with his fiance.

"No, I should probably go. I've been here long enough."

Damn right! Brian screamed in his head.

"Come on, I can hear your stomach," Justin laughed. "And the food is delicious."

"Okay, okay, you've convinced me," Mark smiled.

Brian grunted quietly and immediately went to pour himself another glass. A few seconds later Justin joined him in the kitchen to reheat the food in the microwave.

"Are you going to feed him too?" Brian couldn't hide the sarcasm and annoyance in his voice.

Justin immediately turned to look at him, pushing his tongue in his cheek and obviously trying very hard not to burst out laughing. Then he walked over to him and pressed against his body. "Admit it, he's not that bad," Brian shrugged, not wanting to answer, so Justin continued, "I may be hot when I'm angry, but you are hot as fuck when you're jealous..."

"Jealous is for lesbians."

"Mhmmm. Whatever you say," Justin smiled, pressing his lips to Brian's. Then the microwave beeped loudly and Justin reached to open it and pulled out the plate. "Pour me a glass too, please," he said before leaving the kitchen.

Brian pressed his lips tightly together and pulled another glass out of the cabinet, filling it with whiskey.

"Here you go," he gave the glass to Justin.

"Thanks."

"Sure," he went to sit back on the couch, immediately focusing his eyes on Mark and watching him closely. Oh, fuck it, if I have to sit here with him, I can at least try to get to know him. "So Mark," he began. "What do you do in life?"

Mark froze for a moment, trying to quickly chew and swallow the delicious food that Brian had paid for. "Um, I... I'm a photographer."

"Oh, really? What kind of photos do you take?"

"Well, I like to capture nature... but my main focus is portrait photography."

"And he's really good at it," Justin smiled. "Once he took a photo of me and it was fucking impressive."

"Thanks, Justin."

Brian wanted to ask where the photo was now but swallowed it. "Insteresting," he said, taking a sip of his whiskey.

"And he's also agreat at playing guitar," Justin added. "I was blown away when I first heard him."

Of course, Brian thought and wanted to roll his eyes. "Huh. So you're a photographer and a musician," he rubbed his chin.

"I'm trying to be."

"Don't underestimate yourself. You're really good," Justin put a hand on his shoulder and rubbed it gently.

And Brian immediately pursed his lips and gritted his teeth while his cheeks began to twitch like they always did when he didn't like something.

"Thank you, Justin. I appreciate it," he smiled at him, leaving his eyes on him for much longer than Brian liked, so Brian cleared his throat and reminded him of his existence. Which, of course, worked like magic because Mark immediately looked away and Brian had to bite his lip so he wouldn't laugh.

"Enough about me. I should probably finally congratulate you on your engagement," he looked straight at Brian. "You're a lucky guy."

"I know," he smiled, glancing at Justin. But Mark was way too nice and Brian wasn't buying it.

"Your parents must be excited."

Brian couldn't help but chuckle. "Yeah, I bet my daddy is thrilled and celebrating in hell."

Mark looked confused so Justin explained it to him. "Brian's dad died a long time ago."

"Oh shit, sorry."

"Don't be," Brian finished his glass. "And as for my mother… well, I haven't spoken to her in God knows how long and I'm sure we're both happier that way. Not to mention that if she knew I was getting married, she'd probably call a priest to pray for my soul. Which she probably does anyway."

"I'm guessing she's not happy you're gay?"

Brian shrugged. "Who cares. I don't need her blessings."

"Yeah, but still... it must be hard."

Brian furrowed his brows. "What, your parents were jumping up and down with joy when you told them?" he chuckled.

"No. I didn't get the chance to tell them… they died when I was fourteen."

Brian's lips immediately parted in shock as he really hadn't expected that and he actually felt like an idiot. "Sorry I... I didn't know."

"It's okay. It happened a long time ago, so..." he shrugged. "Anyway, I was raised by my grandmother and she's totally fine with me being gay."

"That's good," not knowing what else to say, Brian got up and went to pour himself another glass, knowing that he would probably regret it in the morning.

---

Convinced that tonight couldn't get any worse, Brian was seriously surprised when the opposite turned out to be true as it got very very worse when Justin's face unexpectedly began to lose color until it was completely pale and before they knew it, he literally sprinted to the bathroom.

"Are you okay? Do you need anything?" Brian asked at the bathroom door hearing Justin throwing up in there.

"Yeah! I need you to stay where you are... you really don't have to see this," Justin barely finished the sentence and began to vomit again. "Shit. I'll never mix beer and whiskey again," he sighed in frustration.

Brian chuckled but felt really bad for him considering he drank twice as much as Justin and felt fine while the blond was hugging the toilet. But what was actually great about this situation was the fact that he could finally get rid of their guest. "Okay, I'll stay here, but yell if you need anything." Justin grunted in response and Brian made his way back to the living room.

"Is he okay?" Mark immediately asked, his voice sounded genuinely concerned.

"Yeah. I mean, he will be once he sleeps this off. Look, I don't mean to be rude, but… I think it's better if you go."

"Oh, yeah, yeah... sure. You're right."

Waiting for Mark to put his shoes and jacket on felt like an eternity to Brian and as soon as he was done, he more than happily opened the door for him.

"Tell Justin to call me when he feels better."

"Sure. I'll tell him." That was a lie. He would definitely not tell him. "Bye," Brian basically pushed him out the door and was already closing it.

"Hey Brian?"

Brian closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before opening the door again. "Yeah, what's up Mark?"

"This may not be the right time, but... I just want to apologize to you..."

"Huh?"

"Yeah, for my behavior when we met… I acted like an asshole. So I'm sorry. And I want you to know that you really don't have to worry about me… Justin and I talked and he knows that I totally respect your relationship and I certainly don't want my feelings to ruin our friendship."

Brian's heart rate immediately increased. "Feelings?" he was making sure he heard correctly.

It wasn't that he was surprised to hear that, although Mark obviously had some really big balls to be able to say that to his face (or he was just dumb), but... it's one thing to think something, but another to know it for sure. And now Brian knew for sure that Mark was a problem. But what honestly bothered him more was the fact that Justin hadn't told him about their little chat and he didn't know what to make of it.

"Yeah, but like I said, what I feel doesn't matter… Justin loves you and I respect that."

God, shut the fuck up already.

"Thanks," he replied, feeling absolutely confused and mostly stupid for saying that. Like what was he actually thanking for?

"Great. I'm glad we talked and it won't be weird between us."

Says who?

"Uhm," was all Brian got out, and he couldn't help but feel that Mark was enjoying being able to throw it in his face.

"Alright then. I should go. Take care of him," Mark smiled and finally left. But instead of feeling satisfied, Brian was completely stunned.

"What the fuck just happened?" he muttered under his breath.

He then went to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed trying to process it while he waited for Justin. He just didn't understand why Justin didn't tell him because he felt like it was something he definitely should know. And as soon as he heard Justin open the bathroom door, he straightened up and was ready to get some answers. But when the blond appeared in the bedroom looking like he'd just puked his guts out, he knew he wasn't going to get them tonight.

-

As quietly as possible, Justin slowly climbed out of bed so he wouldn't wake up Brian. He took a moment to enjoy the sight of his gorgeous fiancé while biting his lip hard to stop himself from jumping back onto the bed and kissing every inch of his beautiful body. Then he finally headed to the bathroom to take a hot shower that he so desperately needed after last night.

When Mark showed up at his door, he expected something to go wrong, but puking his guts out definitely wasn't on the list. But surprisingly, he felt better than he thought he would. Sure, his head was killing him and the nausea wasn't fun either, but it wasn't as bad as he expected. He just needed something to eat because he was hungry as hell and then he also needed as many kisses and hugs from Brian as he could get.

But overall, the night went pretty well. Even though there were a few moments where it looked like Brian was ready to give Mark a reason to run, he actually behaved really well and Justin couldn't be more grateful. And the thought that the two could actually get along made him smile.

He wrapped a towel around his waist, not even bothering to dry his body, and went to make himself something for breakfast. But since his fridge was pretty empty, his options were limited to Cheerios and a tuna sandwich. Cheerios, it is, he thought, grabbing the box. He filled the bowl and added a good amount of milk while humming a song he had heard a few days back. But as he turned to sit at the table, he immediately saw Brian leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest and looking at him with his brows up.

"Jesus Christ, you scared the shit out of me!" Justin exclaimed, clearly startled.

"Sorry," Brian replied, his gaze still fixated on him.

"It's okay, I'll live," the blond chuckled. "You want some?" he raised the bowl higher.

"No," Brian shook his head slightly. "I'm not hungry."

"Okay," Justin smiled and finally sat down. "Are you going to stand there all day?" he wondered after a minute.

Brian said nothing and went to sit down as well, folding his hands on the table. The crunching sound of Justin eating his cereal was the only thing filling the silence until Brian finally spoke. "So… how are you feeling?"

"Better than expected. I mean, my head definitely needs some aspirin, but other than that I'm surprisingly feeling pretty good."

"Glad to hear that."

"How about you? I mean, you definitely drank more than I did."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Nothing aspirin can't fix," he shrugged.

Justin chuckled and stuffed his mouth with more Cheerios. "I have to admit, the night wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I mean, you didn't kill each other. I guess that's a win."

"Uh-huh," was the only respond he got from Brian while the brunet kept looking at him, his face unreadable.

"Maybe we could do it again sometime?" Justin looked at him hopefully.

Brian immediately pressed his lips tightly together, scratching the back of his head. "Yeah, maybe."

Justin smiled but finally started to notice that something wasn't right. Did something happen that he wasn't aware of? He hoped not. "Brian, is everything okay?"

"I don't know, Justin, you tell me."

Justin furrowed his brows in confusion. "What? I don't... I don't understand."

Brian was quiet for a moment, obviously trying very hard to stay calm, but that only made Justin more nervous. "I just thought we promised to tell each other everything. Good or bad."

"We did," Justin agreed.

"And yet you didn't tell me."

"I didn't tell you what?"

"That he confessed his love to you," Brian said, raising his voice a little.

Justin's shoulders dropped immediately and he basically forgot to breathe, then he closed his eyes for a second before finally letting out a heavy sigh. "He told you that?"

"So it's true?"

"No. I mean, yes." Brian arched his brows, waiting for an explanation. "He didn't confess his love... I just asked him to be honest with me and he... he was. I was just trying to clear the air and I honestly didn't expect him to actually be..."

"In love with you?" Brian finished for him, obviously having a really hard time saying it.

Justin nodded slightly. "I was really hoping I was wrong... that he was into me in a completely different way... I mean, I knew he liked me and was attracted to me, but-"

"And the reason you didn't tell me?" Brian cut him off. "And don't say you didn't want me to worry… because this definitely makes me worried."

The blond opened his mouth as he was about to say those exact words but closed it again. "I should have told you, you're right," he acknowledged.

"Damn right you should have."

"I guess I just wanted to pretend it didn't happen," he shrugged. "But that was a wrong approach. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you. But I promise you, you really have nothing to worry about."

"And yet you make me feel like I do," Brian snapped, then he took a deep breath and let it out before finally saying what needed to be said. "It's just that… he's giving me Ian vibes," he admitted, trying to make it sound jokingly, but it was more than obvious that he was voicing out loud the fears that had been creeping into his mind.

"What?" Justin let out a breath, completely taken aback. "Brian, I would never…" he trailed off, knowing damn well that he already did - with Ethan. "It's still bothering you, isn't it?"

"No," he shook his head. "I mean, it happened a long time ago and it's not like I didn't give you a thousand reasons to leave me back then… I basically pushed you out the damn door and into his arms... but I... I really don't want it to happen again," he forced himself to smile but couldn't hide the sadness in his eyes.

And Justin immediately sighed, hating that he made Brian feel that way. "Brian," he breathed, then rose to his feet and walked over to him, pulling him up as well. He put his hands on his chest and looked directly into his hazel eyes.

"Okay, now you're making me even more worried," the brunet let out a nervous laugh.

"Just listen to me, Brian. Are you listening?"

"Yeah, I'm listening," Brian couldn't help but roll his eyes, though he was more than ready to pay his full attention to what Justin was about to tell him.

"I messed up and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kept it from you and you have every right to be angry with me. I'd feel the same way if I were you. But-" he took a deep breath before continuing, "You have to trust me, when I tell you this - there is absolutely nothing going on between me and Mark. Nothing. And yes, the reason I didn't tell you about my conversation with him was because I didn't want you to worry and I know you hate me saying this again and I know I sound like a broken record, but that's the truth. I was just trying to protect you, but I ended up hurting you instead which I really hate..."

"Justin-"

"No, let me finish."

"Okay," Brian whispered, rolling his lips in.

"Just because he has feelings for me doesn't mean I have feelings for him, okay? Because I don't. Yes, I care about him a lot and I don't want to lose him as a friend, but that's it. And if I'm acting weird around him or whatever, it's because I'm worried about the whole situation myself - I'm afraid I might say or do something that might make him think I'm interested in him… and I know it would be a hell of a lot easier to just stop being friends with him, but... I mean, look at you and Michael. How long did it take for him to fall out of love with you?"

Brian scoffed and nodded. "Sometimes I have to wonder if he ever did."

Justin couldn't help but chuckle. "See? I mean, I'm not saying it's going to be easy, but he knows I'm not interested in him and he respects our relationship, soon to be a marriage," the blond chewed on his lip, smiling.

Brian huffed a laugh. "I still don't like him."

"I know," Justin breathed. "And that's okay. You don't have to like him or spend time with him if you don't want to. I just want you to trust me."

"I do trust you, Justin," he took a deep breath. "And... I'm willing to give him a chance. I mean, I can't promise you anything, maybe I'll call him Matt from time to time, but I'll do my best to be nice."

"Yeah?" Justin's eyes lit up.

"Yeah," he nodded. "I mean you're very easy to love, so I guess I shouldn't blame and hate him for that."

Justin let out a laugh and ran his fingers through Brian's hair. "I love you so much, Brian... and there is no version of my life that doesn't have you in it."

Brian rolled his lips into his mouth, smiling. "Well, I feel the same way. And I love you too," he finally pressed his lips to Justin's, kissing him softly while wrapping his arms around him tightly.

---

Although Brian had never been a big fan of talking and sharing his feelings or exposing his heart like that, he actually felt a lot better after that conversation with Justin. Of course, it was hard for him to admit out loud that he was afraid of losing him again to someone else, but it was harder to keep it inside. He still remembered how much it hurt to lose him to that fiddler, and he never wanted to experience that pain again.

And he really meant what he said about giving Mark a chance. He'll probably be always keeping an eye on him because he still couldn't skahe that feeling that he was going to hurt Justin in some way, but hey, innocent until proven guilty, right? And as long as he keeps his distance from Justin, Brian will do his best to respect him.

"Okay, we really need to fill this fridge," Brian announced after a failed attempt to find something to eat in it.

"Yeah, I know," Justin agreed with a sigh.

"Then get dressed."

"Oh, you mean now?"

"No, when we starve to death. Yes, now!" he ordered.

Justin giggled and leaned in to kiss him. "Your wish is my command, Mr. Kinney."

The blond quickly put on some clothes and then they headed to the nearest grocery store. And although Justin couldn't really complain when it came to his bank account, he was used to always buying only the things he really needed, but Brian somehow managed to fill almost an entire cart with everything he laid his eyes on within 15 minutes.

"Do you want cherry or strawberry flavored lube?"

"Uh, I have lube at home, remember? I mean, it's just a normal one, but it works just the same," Justin chuckled.

"Mmhm," Brian hummed absently. "I'll take both. And some condoms, I saw we only have three left," he grabbed a few Durex packs.

"Or we could just not use them," Justin blurted out, rolling his lips in.

"Funny," Brian replied.

"I wasn't joking. I'm just making a suggestion."

"Huh?" Brian turned to look at him with a question mark on his face.

"Well, I mean, being monogamous should have its perks," Justin said nervously, flashing a big smile.

"Keep dreaming, wonder boy."

"Come on, just imagine - you coming inside my tight ass and your cum dripping out of me," Justin spoke quietly so no one else could hear him, but his voice still sounded seductive.

And Brian immediately swallowed, feeling what that sentence was doing to his cock. "As tempting as it sounds," he cleared his throat. "It doesn't change anything - I still want you safe and I still want you around for a long time."

Justin sighed and closed his eyes before looking at him again with determination on his face. "You know I don't give up easily, right?"

"You know I don't either?"

"So I guess we'll see who wins in the end."

"Like I said - keep dreaming," Brian replied, and just to show how serious he was, he tossed another pack of condoms into the cart.

Justin rolled his eyes annoyedly, but his lips still curled into a half smile. He may have lost now, but that didn't mean he had lost all hope.

---

"Brian, I told you I don't need new clothes," Justin protested once more as they stood at the entrance to one of New York's most expensive designer clothing stores. Justin had never even been inside. Well, come to think of it, he'd probably never even been to this part of the city.

"But that doesn't mean I can't buy you some," Brian winked, already opening the door.

"Oh no, I can pay for myself," he said firmly, but then he noticed the price of a basic white shirt and his knees turned to jelly. "Jesus Christ, it's just a fucking t-shirt," his voice was louder than he intended, drawing the attention of those around him.

And Brian immediately let out a laugh. "Yeah, a Prada t-shirt," he pointed out.

"Brian, you don't have to do this... I really like my fifteen dollar t-shirts."

"I know I don't have to, but I want to. Now shut your beautiful mouth and choose whatever you want. And then I expect you to do a show for me in a dressing room," he grinned.

Justin sighed, realizing it was better to just give up and do what Brian wanted. And as much as he hated to admit it, he actually had to control himself not to take everything he saw (and very much liked).

"So... what do you think?" Justin asked wearing black ripped jeans and a blue long sleeved shirt that hugged his biceps and chest perfectly.

Brian looked up from the chair where he was sitting comfortably and began to scan Justin from head to toe, dragging the tip of his tongue over his lips and clearly enjoying the sight. "I love it," he said in a husky voice. "It looks great on you."

"Thanks," Justin smiled sweetly.

"Try the other shirt on."

"It's also blue."

"A bit darker blue. Just try it, trust me."

"Okay," he nodded, turning his back to Brian to see himself in the mirror and began to unbutton the shirt he was wearing. But as he dropped the shirt to the floor and was about to put on the other one, he felt Brian's hand gently caress his bare back, and before he knew it, he pulled him closer by the jeans and down into his lap. "Brian," he groaned, leaning his back against Brian's chest and resting his head on his shoulder.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, taking Justin's hand in his and slowly navigating it up his inner thigh to his crotch, rubbing himself with it through his pants. "Can you feel what you're doing to me?" he asked, breathing in Justin's scent and nuzzling his neck.

Justin nodded, feeling his hardening dick. "God," he bit his lip. "What if someone walks in?"

Brian smiled against his skin. "Let them. It will be the best thing they see today."

"We're definitely going to hell."

"Yeah, but at least we're going together."

A smile immediately spread across Justin's face and he shifted himself in Brian’s lap for better access so he could pop the button on Brian's pants and slowly slide the zipper down, then he pushed his warm hand inside and gently pulled his hard cock out, giving it a few firm strokes. The brunet immediately grunted, closing his eyes for a moment.

"Fuck, that feels great," he smiled, feeling the heat spread throughout his body. "Do you want me to touch you?" Brian asked, his voice heavy.

"Yeah," Justin breathed. "Touch me, Brian."

"Where?"

"You know where."

"I want to hear you say it."

"Touch my dick," he moaned. "Please."

"Good boy," the brunet smiled again, reaching between Justin's legs to unzip his jeans and then he slid his hand inside. His cock was already rock hard and throbbing. Brian ran his thumb over the wet head a few times before wrapping his fingers around it and squeezing gently, slowly moving his hand up and down, far too slowly to Justin's liking.

"Faster," Justin demanded.

"Mmm," Brian hummed and picked up the pace, jerking him off with stronger and faster strokes. "You like that?"

"Yeah," the blond nodded slightly, his face full of pure bliss as his own skilled hand was giving Brian the most pleasurable time.

"Jesus," Brian grunted. "Your hand feels so good, Sunshine," his warm breath tickled the skin on Justin's neck as he caressed the sensitive spot just below his ear with his soft lips, sucking and nibbling it as well.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Justin moaned helplessly.

"God, I want to hear you scream... and your beautiful slutty groans," Brian whispered into his ear, licking the earlobe.

And Justin bit his lip so hard he was sure there was going to be a bruise, but as much as he wanted to give Brian the pleasure of hearing him scream, he tried to keep his mouth from completely exploding and instead he was making these hungry little noises that made Brian's cock twitch in his hand.

"I want to cum so bad," Brian murmured against his lips.

"Me too," Justin let out a soft moan as he wriggled happily in his lap.

"Then cum for me," he begged, covering Justin's mouth with his own and giving him a hungry kiss. "Cum for me, Sunshine."

"God," Justin grabbed Brian's hair with his free hand and roughly pulled his head back, giving him a few wet licks over his Adam's apple.

Then they pressed their foreheads together and breathed so fast that their lungs started to hurt. And even though it was hard for them to be quiet, they tried to muffle their moans as best they could, but it was still certain that someone must have heard them. Of course they didn't really care... well, they kind of did - because the thought actually turned them on even more, making it even more certain that they were both going to come within seconds.

And when their orgasms finally hit, they quickly silenced each other with their mouths, letting out muffled groans and whimpers between their kisses as they kept jacking each other off until there was no cum left to get out.

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"Shit. I really don't know how we're going to explain this," Justin sighed, trying to clean the cum off of those extremely expensive jeans. "I should have just taken them off."

"Relax," Brian put his hands on Justin's shoulders and massaged him. "They won't care as long as we pay for it." Justin smiled, but it didn't have the usual spark that Brian was so used to. "Is everything okay?"

"Uhm, yeah. Why wouldn't it be?"

"Because for someone who just exploded his cum all over my hand, you don't look exactly happy," he chuckled nervously.

"It's nothing, Brian, really," he gave him a reassuring smile, but that didn't convince Brian.

"But it is something. So tell me."

"Brian," Justin sighed, clearly struggling to find the words.

"Hey, what's going on? You're making me really fucking nervous."

"It's nothing, okay? Don't worry about it."

“God, if I hear that sentence one more time," Brian warned.

"Sorry."

"Don't be sorry, just tell me what's going on in that beautiful mind of yours," he stroked his cheek gently.

Justin sighed and looked down for a moment before finally telling him, "I just… I can't stop thinking about this morning… about what you said…" his voice was shaking.

"What?" Brian breathed out and looked at him in confusion. "Justin, what are you trying to say?"

"I really hate what I did to you… with Ethan," he made sure to say that name as carefully as possible.

"Justin," Brian already knew where this was going and he didn't like it at all.

"Just let me say this," he waited for Brian's nod before continuing. "I never really apologized to you for cheating on you… we just moved on, almost like it never happened…" Brian didn't know what to say so he kept listening even though it was really hard for him to even think about that chapter of their relationship. "And the idea that you think I could do it again is really killing me," Justin's eyes filled with tears.

"God, Justin," Brian breathed. "No… I don't think you could or would do it again… I mean, obviously I don't like that there's someone who wants you and has feelings for you… someone who gets to see you a lot more than I do… someone you obviously have a lot in common with… and maybe it made me a little jealous," he basically had to say that through gritted teeth, causing Justin to crack a tiny smile. "And yes, when he told me about his little confession to you, I was confused and angry because I didn't understand why you didn't tell me about it, and my mind immediately went to the idea that maybe you didn't tell me because you feel the same way about him and I really didn't want to go through that again... but I trust you Justin, I really do, and I know how much you love me... and what happened back then wasn't all your fault and I think you had already apologized to me in many different ways," he curled his lips and smiled.

Justin let out a laugh and put his arms around Brian's shoulders. "Have I told you lately what a great man you are?"

"I'm not sure, but feel free to say it," he smirked.

"You are a great man, Brian Kinney, and I can't wait to be your husband."

"Same, Sunshine," he smiled, locking his arms around Justin and devouring what belonged to him. "God, we really could have saved ourselves a lot of heartbreak if we just talked more... and I know it's mostly my fault but now I'm really trying and I just want us to be open and honest with each other... and not to keep anything from the other no matter how hard it may be to say it."

"I want that too, Brian."

"Good," he kissed him gently. "Now let's get this over with," Brian nodded towards the pile of clothes.

"You really don't have to buy me anything."

"I know, but I'll do it anyway," he winked, giving his ass a squeeze. "Now try on the other shirt. I want to see you in it."

Justin laughed softly. "Yes, Sir."

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When they finally went to pay for the clothes that Justin had chosen (with the help of Brian, of course, who made sure that Justin picked out the hottest pieces), they could both feel the eyes on them - not only had they been in that dressing room for about an hour, but the sounds that came from there, though muffled, certainly did not escape their ears.

"Oh god," Justin whispered nervously.

"Just smile," Brian grinned, clearly enjoying it.

However, Justin did not share his enthusiasm. And he could only pray that no one would notice that little "accident" on those jeans, but of course they weren't that lucky.

"Oh, there's a stain," the woman behind the cash register said, eyeing the jeans suspiciously. "Let me find you another pair," she offered.

"That's okay," Brian said. "We'll get it cleaned up later," he smiled, making eye contact with her that lasted far too long and obviously made her uncomfortable.

"Jesus Christ," Justin sighed behind him, chewing his lip nervously and feeling that his cheeks were hot with embarrassment.

But thankfully, the woman just rolled her lips in, fighting away a smile. "Anything else, sir?"

"That'll be all. Thank you."

"Mhm," she hummed.

And when Justin saw the total price, his knees instantly went weak, but for some reason Brian didn't seem to mind at all, and Justin certainly wasn't going to complain.

"Okay, that was embarrassing," Justin commented with a laugh when they were finally outside.

"I think it was fun," Brian replied with a smirk.

"Of course you do," Justin chuckled. "Can we go home now? I want to show you how much I appreciate you," he smiled at him playfully.

"Actually, there is one more place I want to go."

"What? Where?"

"That's a surprise," he said, making Justin grimace. "Come on, you're going to love it."

"Oh, yeah? What makes you think that?"

"Just trust me, okay?"

"Ugh," Justin grunted. "Fine. And where are we going?"

"Just across the street, it's not far."

Justin looked at him suspiciously but decided to follow him. They passed many stores but Brian didn't even look at them which made Justin wonder even more where they were going. But when Brian finally stopped in front of a jewelry store, Justin was completely confused.

"What are we doing here, Brian?"

"I just think it's time to pick out our wedding rings," Brian smiled.

"What?" Justin breathed, completely stunned. "But we already have them."

"Yeah, but those were meant for the wedding before… I think this one deserves new rings, don't you?"

Justin was quiet for a moment, feeling his heart beat faster. "God, I love you so much," he said finally.

"I know," Brian smirked and took Justin's hand in his, interlocking their fingers. "So?" he arched his brows.

And Justin immediately looked at him with eyes full of love for him and took a deep breath saying, "Okay, let's do it."

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